Walking in the bush
on the red earth
wrapped in a red blanket
the Masai Warrior is at peace
with nature;
high forehead,
proud happy strong,
smile like a sunrise,
many wives and laughing children.
Behind him run messengers
with bulging eyes -
full of holy books and good advice.
The new road
will soon be rolled out
like the extensile tongue of the chameleon
to thunder
with jeeps and trucks
bringing -
cattle ranchers
ostrich farmers
genetic-crop growers
a shanty town
with fast food
a bar
and a gas station.
so sad to massai terrain would be change to cement hard for the toes could not be peace with progress that's change massai; who konows
Time advances even on the Masai tribes these days. Sad to say, sad to see. Nice poem showing two different cultures meeting, but perhaps not altogether compatible. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's waste not at all good...