Cry  freedom



Only paralled mirrors can depict the reflective divinity of his deserted
heart.
Yet still real threat cautioned him mold or else sixfeetdowned.
Once in a while civil courage compel him to yell at social injustice;
but by and large mathematical reasoning will deem the outcome unworthy of
the price tag.
Little by little some'ng deep engrain in him that the whole 'bla'about
homeland peace and traquility maybe an illutionary draw impossible to
materialize.That the dream is not worth the assured painful journey to
gravelandyard.
Scores of personalised experiments will support again and again a passive
resolutional approach to silence up and suppress the urge to care.
He;much more than assured his partners will not crapple the spiky point;
he know deep within either here or there the flesh is one only the drive may
alternate momentarily.
Like a blinded deaf looking to hear a fainted drop of sound echoing in a
crazy wilderness he will never phantom his own will.
In that very moment of mysterious wonder,come like the Big Bang,an
overwhelming thought no less cruel than the circumstance that bring it to
pass,"just give it up child,commended the gentle voice of reason;not
even your ancestral Gods can free an entire generation of men from well
excuted calculated generations of mental dependency!"
Then almost without warning a tasteless warm fluid journeyed down his
wide eyed Africanface.He reveal himself mirrored.
He knew deep within his being that something terrible must have engulfed his
people on their long road of history, he deduce quite
accidentally that their salvation may not come by natural efforts alone,
but be they followers of Christ or Muhammed must all pray; know they how.
                                       kalilu

>From: Dawda Jallow <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: My Pen flows---------
>Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 02:39:23 EDT
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>     MY PEN FLOWS
>My pen flows for
>Love and vehemently
>Dries up for injustice.
>He flows-----
>Liberty loves,
>Tyranny oppresses,
>Freedom saves,
>Oppression persecutes,
>Peace unifies.
>Politics is the twin
>Of deceit for it is
>Shy of all respect or
>allegiance of the
>Votes.
>My pen cries as the
>Sons and daughters
>Of AFRICA weep
>Day after, day, after
>Day.
>My pen speaks for
>All, Africans and
>Be blue or black
>Not red ink---
>A gentle dove and
>Not a wild jade
>My pen flows
>For love.
>
>Dawda  Jallow.2000.
>
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