The Seed of Nommo

The Seed of Nommo

Fallen from Dogon skies

Travelled through interstellar streets

Within the spaces of my head

Africa sings the songs of hope

Even as rivers tumble and fall

Bellowing sounds deep as memories

Of those days and nights of love and peace

Before the hurricanes and floods of repression arrived

Firmly we stand to count our dreams on fingers

That point at the enemies of freedom!