Soulfood.. Poem by Madrason .
Soulfood..
When the rhythms becomes syncopic
the people are gathered together
children are trampling their limbs like rain
pouring …………….
on the barren ground, shaking off hunger and pain
whether it is beaten on iron or on wood
it is gaining nothing less than soulfood
the stance that will uproot the tropic
entrance mother earth, Mami Wata
put them into a vibe to bring on their fruit. M
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