I Sing of Change by Niyi Osundare

[Tortington]

i saw this on the underground today. Surprisingly it seems to have been around since 1988. It is so immensely wonderful i have to share.

I sing of the beauty of Athens without its slaves

Of a world free of kings and queens and other remnants of an arbitrary past

Of earth with no sharp north or deep south without blind curtains or iron walls

Of the end of warlords and armouries and prisons of hate and fear

Of deserts treeing and fruiting after the quickening rains

Of the sun radiating ignorance and stars informing nights of unknowing

I sing of a world reshaped

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a final bump. maybe the auzzies and kiwis will me more gushing?

I like the line about deserts "treeing and fruiting".

To tree - great verb!