Look at me
Look into my eyes
And what do you see
Just one pair of eyes
I reckon
But what these old eyes see
Is Africa disappearing
Our habitat is going
And this should be your wake up call
Like the river its not flowing
I scramble on the river bank
A few pools all thats left
And I am from the famous Massinda tribe
feeling bereft
The aridness is worrying
We are losing
our identity
And all this is true
And a deep sadness from my heart
Which some are clueless too
Transcending the reality
Our supremacy once was
A place of regent wonderment
And now really because
Man un kind is at it
There is no order anymore
Its conformity or nothing
We are numbers now for sure
We are an ephemerality
And fragility thats all
We are now flying fugitives
Expected when they call
Posterity might see us
Stuffed in some American place
Our bones shipped off to china
Ground up and the disgrace
Of being taken orally
By the sick Chinese who
Imagine that our powdered bone
Is their permanence come true
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
Will have to copy/paste this dear Rex onto the thread for all to see. xo
Thats funny I thought inhad done that must go and check thanks very much for putting a message on my blog
My poem is on sheshs pages and on facebook in two places and was tweeted and a separate place on facebook via twitterI have checked they are all there
I dont know which other place to put it still thanks very much for reading it and being kind x