Blacka Lisa Poem by Denny Moonde

She not hang on a wall smiling
An equivalent of the Mona Lisa
A Lads favourite.
My Blacka Lisa lives!
She the lioness in the pride
A face so confident
Sun rays bounce off!
Extremity of an existence
Inner wars, conflicts; strife;
In tough times her eyes;
Majestic water ways leaving
Dry traces.
My Blacka Lisa
She wilts the sun;
Protecting her own.
Service above self.
Her walk, a dance.
I see man from across stream
Promise after promise
He scavenge her fruits
But her assets are abundant
She suffer us.
Now, we fight for her
Save Blacka Lisa!
Let her smile,
Not turn grin.
She walks, with the sunset
Dancing to our whistling and drumming
We look east awaiting her return
With the rising sun.
My Blacka Lisa, you;
Give face to word grace.