Welcome Home (A Poem From Mtoto George)

The smell of dirt.
heavy, dry, rich dirt,
rich with the history of civilizations-
before there were
Rich with life, and
Ripe with sorrow.

Nights darker than blue,
before  the blues sang
to remember.

Welcome Home Brother!

come here and feel!

go there and smell!

come and be,
who you are….
who you really are.
who everyone really is
or was,
before they forgot.
before we forgot.

Welcome home brother.

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