At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun

Obscurity taking over like a new king
Birds flying about like dangling chopped onions in an oily pan
Hoots of an awl echoing the reincarnation of the darkness

In the lazy river, frogs croack
in tuneless tunes
Frost climbing mountains to the meadow
Legs lamenting upon the intrusion of such unprecedented coldness

By the fireplace,mouths are sweating of melodic songs
Songs sang for the departed freedom fighters
Like spirited mad men, children dance around the fire
The exacerbating coldness is kicked out like the white devil from the west.

Euphoria fills hearts makin' ancestorial spirits to laugh in their dungeons
Obscurity no longer a foe of the gathering
Beautiful black blooded maidens twist
Their rounded backsides balletically
Reminiscing us of our true cultures.

© Stephen Juma