Heritage

Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!

I want to see the slim palm-trees,
Pulling at the clouds
With little pointed fingers....

I want to see lithe Negro girls,
Etched dark against the sky
While sunset lingers.

I want to hear the silent sands,
Singing to the moon
Before the Sphinx-still face....

I want to hear the chanting
Around a heathen fire
Of a strange black race.

I want to breathe the Lotus flow'r,
Sighing to the stars
With tendrils drinking at the Nile....

I want to feel the surging
Of my sad people's soul
Hidden by a minsrel-smile.