Passers-by on this all-man land!
Have you seen? did you see? can you see?
The furnace breeze that like wind blow on our land
turning our hot weather to cold confused ‘what! oh God is this?’
Yesterday before this dark-light;
papa down to junior, all ate a bowl as if in love
but what a dawn! Little grows wing and rises to none
what integrity in our grains! They now compete with gold.
Have you been to the market square?
Women yester night prayed for a down
do we now have morning or mourning? Which falls
like shower of drought. Oh! our Canaan milk I fear
flows not again, we now dig to get the dregs as in well
shall we then blame the barren? She cried for one to bear,
or shall we now her imbecile dispose?
Yesterday, pennies traded with Mr. white were still for cowries
but we are now so rich! our pennies strive to beat stone prices
so wealthy! we buy money, for it’s too cheap to print
then, we needed butter, now, our bread with sand is filled
let he that shouts; ‘I thirst!’ remember Jesus’ wine on cross
let he that says ‘I love’ remember Samson’s life-loss
let he that wants crown say; ‘but not of thorns’
for we failed to shout; ‘change! change! but not for the worse!’