LP No. 33_2021_karibu

longing
for the sweet smell of home.
the smell of history,
whispered through the air.

that familiar smell,
of power
rising,
…….from the very earth.

home, where i bathed in starlight,
letting rivulets of wisdom
roll down my soul:

tears of the ancestors
who mourn what was yet to be.

tears of the ancestors
who mourn what would never be.

so i sing,
that they know,
what has come to be,
i sing
that they know our new story.

and i sing,
that they dry their tears.

and i sing
that they might welcome me home.