Bushbabies and Bananas

A conversation with the heart of the World… The tears you weep,            I keep               within                  me,    they wake me at night when it feels   as if the Light        has left            us for your heart    is my heart,        I feel your pain           as the soft grey rain crying out for the caged ones,    the starving ones,             the unseen tragedies,                        the ...

I wrote this 11 years ago, but today its for Limba.. a tortured soul, enslaved for human entertainment in a zoo in faraway Canada... Who knew the cold snow of a foreign land, but never ever the hot sunlight of her homeland which was her birthright, stolen from her... And for all the animals (and humans) trapped far from home, enslaved, despairing.... Child of Africa Snow is drifting gently down but it’s the hot veldt air ruffling my hair and I don’t  feel the soft flakes on my upturned face nor the whispering wind on my skin for I raise my eyes to wide African skies and this world around me goes dim; As the roar of the traffic dulls my mind I feel a hunger so strong, so deep the pulse of the land that shaped me calling to me in my sleep I must go soon, my spirit is dying longing for the majestic still pacing this cage, my soul is crying for the rolling green valleys and hills; The meandering rivers, blood of the...