Tuesday, 7 January 2020

Our Cultural Resilience - Alisonomi

When I feel the pains

Of our troubled society 

I take my scribing quill  

To design a beautiful day 

 

When my bruised heart bleeds 

For victims of strange creeds

I carefully scrutinize my heart 

For the sacred voice of poetry 

 

When my dewy inward eyes 

Intuit their untold miseries 

And their dreadful stories 

I solemnly invoke Calliope 

 

I seek out for Orunmila 

The great Orisha of wisdom 

And beckon on wise Anansi 

Architect of heavenly bodies 

 

I reach out to the ancestors 

Delving into their memories 

To find their sacred precepts

And revive our cultural resilience 

 

©Alisonomi2020

 

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