Poppie Mira

Are we gods and ancestors?
Are we giants and heroes
With heart made of stone
Oh life, tell us
...

I am an African
I was born in Africa
Suckled mother Africa breast
I am beauty Africa
...

You took my heart by the charm
We flew to distant desert
To sow the seed of love
My roots broaden deep into ignorance
...

My heart cries
for change in the world

My heart bleeds
...

At the corner of these hollow ideas
where you once sung
now lays a cemetery
filled with decayed melodies
...

Is this an end to my story?
Did my heart complete writing my book?
Will my eyes search more eternal days?
Am I prepared to fly home and
...

If I see her in hate
Tearing endlessly with mislaid love

Tell me
...

In the deepest chamber of my heart

You make love to my soul
...