L'éternel Au Coeur De L'afrique Poem by Jalal Sunstrum

To the bright Apostrophe of demeanor
You go along to the gifted prayer
Enhancing the live oath of a path
Towards the end of pionnering

Saving the CDN, yearning the Kingdom
Craving for the drug of renonciation

The Twilight is going to be made
Of emertis,
Opal dwindling in a cave disturbed

By the clamor of the red line of
Stationary Time, Warner Cable
Following the godly man whose
Water cannot quench thoroughly
Because your love is boundless

So you take your bags
Your money
And ultimately your soul
And pack for the brousse
Of a country with an emerald
Soul