GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I am condemned to this writing, a cursed destiny,

A story that flows black, distressed, without a cry.

I must continue, delve into my being,

Show the world what remains, what there is to offer.

A celebration, perhaps, to a semba of the end,

Where the people enjoy the dance, lose themselves in me.

But in the new, the rhythm will not have the same vigour,

How do I know? Because I am the echo of change.

I am everything that manifests, in the poet's intention,

Each verse, a revelation, each word is complete.

World, I am left speechless, by your honest stance,

For in the truth of writing, is where my soul manifests.

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