Hieroglyph
From the beginning,
When heaven asked me what do I want in life
I said:
Give me quill to rewrite the tainted glory of my ancestors
Give me tongue, so I can speak the universal language of my father - the truth
The only fire that burns wildly on water
when the world became eyes - watching what the blazing flame can do
Never ask me to bring the ashes, the embers are at the ocean floor
Have you not seen the water lettuce dancing to the crackles of the fire at the shore?
The rhythm are parables to the wise & sages
Who's the unseen drummer?
A rhetoric of fate & destiny, mumbled by wondering voices...
Yesterday, father beat the Angolan samba tirelessly to the deaf ears till earth held him captive
Today, son is writing his own freedom song in hieroglyph, to be read as braille by the blinds
Tomorrow, man will search for the hidden meaning in between the letters of these immortal words...
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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