The Midst Of Writting And Speaking Poem by jafta maduna

I speak of vows and of shallow tongues,
songs of the heroic and the kingsways.

I speak of the dust of thy world and the brown sculptures,
sculptures of the ancient and the incubate of the nation's.

I speak of the neighborhood, and I speak of a silenced, loneliness, and of the gadabout.

Now what do I write of?

I write of tongues, and I speak of hands.

I write of the lost love and the shuttered tongues.

I write of the hidden identities, and the tears of the gloom,
the fallen days and the flowers that received no droplets of the heavy rains.

I write of the idle, of the vain, and of the cripple.

I write of a dream,
an African dream.