Sickles Raised From Dust

OUR SUN SHALL RISE

Arise, Soul Brother!
My inner man cries.
Let your aura illuminate with the promise,
a rebirth that stretches beyond the known.
Drum beats of yore roll across the ebb and tide
that is the questin e!panse of physical self.
" reach out for that distant #olden $rb
which pro%ides illumination for my pathway,
hostin past a %arieated film of hauntin scenes.
" see a puratory of waitin rooms,
at once resurent in a rey backdrop,
yet streaked with dancin luminescent splotches of fiery fire.
And narled hands flay and scramble for my soul in a
nihtmarish skirmish.
&he final throes of those who chose the Autobahn of life'
But in a balancin act,
like a &rape(e artist " meander on a tiht rope)
way past the yellin lot,
still reachin out'
to that distant dwindlin twiliht,
that so effer%escent of a beacon which hihlihts the end of
my search
or the beinnin of my rebirth
in this land of red skies and tortured souls.
My inner man cries anew,
e%en as it reaches out for that crucifi!
that deftly brands the forehead of the select.
My redemption must penetrate the en%elopin darkness
of surreal skullduery,
that symboli(es the sheer ineptitude
that led to this har%est of waitin rooms,
in this so raw of cesspits
ruled by a party of %ultures without a thouht for tomorrow.
Arise, Soul Brother!
My inner man cries.
Let your aura illuminate with the promise,
a rebirth that stretches beyond the known'
*ay past the narled hands of &he State.
"f this is +uratory,
then it is a certain hellish type that daily reminds
and lea%es me helpless at the sheer in,ustice of it all.
&he liht at the end of the tunnel quickens in its en%elopin
embrace.
"ts compellin intensity paints me with a renewed faith.
All is snow white!
&he luminescent fiery splotches are of the past.
" am not alone in this beneficence'
A marchin son leads us across the white sands of history.
*hat the once -mihty. thouht would not happen, has happened.
#olden sceptre in hand,
Blue skies in place,
we i%e our children a future,
shunnin the offsprin of %ultures.
A legacy of riches
/rom the rich roar
of mythic Saes,
holdin court'
tales of the Ashanti warrior,
bear fruit'in memory.s wake'
in primary colours.
/rom the fren(ied Locust crunch,
of an in%adin Army,
the perimeters of an empire
stretched beyond lush forests'
beyond antiquity.s ede.
/rom the #old encrustments
that embodied the rich depths,
of antedilu%ian soil'
of aes past)
the mihty S&$$L,
pounded the rich ochre earth,
of the fabled 0Dark1 continent,
impactin on the black
Diaspora today,
like the ma(y tartan of a 2ente cloth,
in li%in colour.
/rom the beinnin to the present,
the story continues3
A mihty Stool fored in old,
piercin the limits of our times.
4!tract from the book Sickles 5aised from the Dust by $Banya