Poetry is a network of rivers One river flowing into another A big river into a small river A small river into a big one Some rivers are dead in the catacombs Others are rapidly flowing down And up their course making noisy Roaring waterfalls and poetic whirlpools Full of the ripple circumlocution as The whirlwind of gales in the harmattan And this is the spirit of poetry.
I will sing the songs of Schiller Hugo, Shakespeare the bard Alexander Pushkin and Mayakovski, Homer and Dante the Frenchman son of Maugham And Dante the Italian father of the divine comedy, I will sing their songs as they are European rivulets Of poetry flowing into huge water masses Of African poemocracy in which The poetic dystopia is clearly Couched in the gears of black and white.
I will sing and chant the songs of India Land of Tagore by shouting his name Rabitranathe Tagore! Sing for me The ways of the Indian baby Your Indian voice is mellifluous like the Zulu ****** dances Song in full watch Of King Mswati with dint of libido.
I will sing the songs of revolution From Bolivia and Chile, neighbours Of Mexico and Brazil; Brazil in which Pablo Neruda the dog burrier is a religion In which was born Paul Freire who forgot To sing for the world chants and the songs Of pedagogy of the dystopian poet Pedagogy of the utopian thespian Pedagogy of the dystopian bourgeoisie Pedagogy of the cacotopian capitalist And pedagogy of the utopian Marxists Who are mealy mouthied with mutton in between their ears Manufacturing and venting dystopian phantasmagoria I will sing.
Poetry is the river Nile of Africa Cradling from Uganda at Entebbe Flowing to Egypt into the Mediterranean Sea Leaving the statue of Mahatma Gandhi at the cradle Chanting the pearls of the satyagra That; in God there is truth and In truth there is God, As poetry of Nile flows upwards Not carrying only poems of love Or bourgeoisie cosmetic Haikus Singing carols of summer and Christmas day But its poetic fluvial is washing away The heavy social **** of Globalectics Fearing Pushkin and his love Shakespeare and his **** of Lucrece Vladimir Mayakovski and His slap in the face of public taste, Schiller and his Cassandra Master Homer and his Odysseus Iliad Mocking in an ugly snook The Albatross book of the English verse In tune with Yeats and Rudyard Kipling Reversing the stanzas to sing of The world as the Whiteman’s burden.
I will sing everyman and his ***** Every woman and her ******* Every ****** and her flower I will sing them all and their names And duties of roles pertinent In healing the world, abode of mankind From the impish Mr. Hide of cacotopian streak To pave way for the saintly Dr. Jekyll To lull man to sleep in his Cinderella Of social utopia As Robert Louis Stevenson Holds the world a stage Of dystopia.