Life throws you a bone

Life grants you a throne

On which your ideals flourish

Or tarnished they become

When at last your grip does perish

…

From a lowly stead a cry was heard

Dreams and hopes for another head

A battle of mind and soul

Evolutions cycle grinds until

Finally a bright light shines from the hole

…

Patam putum putum patam

The sound of unbound feet

Quickly ushered into a moving can

Freedom at last for a suffering herd

The sound of victory a joyful treat

…

The waist a snare for roaming eyes

Moving in tandem with the African beat

Gidi gidi pidi piddi ba bam ba bam bather

A proud father, a fulfilled mother

Let the rhythm rise with the afternoon heat

…

The city with all its lights and charms

The final destination for all young dreams

The past a distant memory of love and misery

Will alas be temporarily forgotten

In exchange for the web of the conurbation

…

Half a score passes in a flash

The city now reads like a map

With a million pinned locations

All spewing life giving cash

Utopia of self is that lie that cannot be cupped

…

What will it take, what will have to change

To bring the distant home back into the horizon

Poverty, ill health, rejection, loss……….death

The wiles of the self made world ends rather too quickly

As it starts so must it end.

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The reception this season is rather tense

No rhythm no dance no seduction

A life full of hope has now come to sense

Rather too late rather too late

To meet a stead of destruction

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The proud one is gone to meet the Maker

The light in the eyes of the fulfilled is dim

No smiles and even no tears

All hope flushed down the drain

Deep in the web of the conurbation

…

Life throws you a bone

Life grants you a throne

On which your ideals flourish

Or tarnished they become

When at last your grip does perish

…

For Sika