A New Song

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The quest, for the new in Africa.

Let us write a new song
The day is ripe and we have an old song
One which we sing to the moon
As we beg it to cover our homes
No soul can be covered
By the deceitful huntress
But a human’s soul
A warm, cheerful and light heart.
Give us a new song to sing
We have grown weary of the old songs
We want to sit on the tower
Dangling our legs and singing a new song
To the nature and for the nature of human beings
We want to sing a new song.

I would say it is time for us to write our new song on new pages..


A . M. M. Winnie


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