I Can Feel Your Pulse From Here Poem by Moses Kainwo

I Can Feel Your Pulse From Here



I can feel your pulse from here:
The watchman for Flee-Town.
I sat in the pinnacle
And saw the ants (black and white)
Streaming towards the city.

Here too I am my nation:
A piece of your earthly dream,
The necklace for poor neighbours,
And they say, “Come on boy,
A piece of you will feed us”.

O they won’t care to know you,
Where they don’t care to see you:
They say your streets are too red,
With sexless ageless lifeblood;
I can feel your pulse from here.

Here in the tower I stand,
Standby being my daily bread:
No omolankays, it seems,
Salute me as a chieftain;
But I feel your pulse from here.

Peace has always been my lot:
My teeth know no stream of tears,
Though my eyes keep pouring rains,
And nameless drops anoint my heart,
Leaving there th’emotion drops.

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Freetown, Sierra Leone
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