I was there many years ago, there where the earth had me smile at the elephant presence everywhere, everywhere as    soon as the aircraft doors opened. 

     I was there so long ago yet, to this day, I know a Kakai Kilonso riff that has me sense, 

           "he ain't dead yet!"

     I am though, returned long to a prison of which they secret of my sentence as if, 'they don't want me to know I am an Innocent.'

     In our Western World we are not to smile too much, as that brings on the scrutiny of those wondering;-

     "how come this Man smiles so much in this disgraceful purgatory?"

     Long ago I read of a boy whom had grown with The Masai to venture he become a man like no other from the palest of skin, almost akin to 'Walkabout,' the Serengeti and       beyond shared a moment, a life that was never thought as, 'sainted."

            We once had a big world.

   We once had a big world where to step a million miles away, was a privilege, 
       We once had a big World the cosmos bowed to in Jealousy and then, deciding to tear down originals that had no strings,
   no prompt from just below the stage - no script to                        rehearse, no fathom squared in morbid fascination, no knowing what skills would buy the bread, no knowing the dame or damned, damned or man escorted towards an insult.

     All, was a braille alphabet-the blind could never shut the hard back cover of and then there was talk of wages and tolls, taxes and, bribes, and so paper and brass made more function for the day than milling of flour, shearing of herds, hunting of prey or fishing for time???

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   In Africa now, where white atitudes declare they are open and empath there are girls of wonder and of clarity, that have upon them the same scar of face as their brothers for a future want on the lists of money,

   taking a sovereign being from the soul of the Earth - sporting those three strikes of tribe, declares a northern hemisphere now in caring, not marketing, or ego???

          "The New Trophy is Black The New Trophy Sponsors Authenticity to Show to the.......... "

     I saw a smile upon the Equator of Samburu back then, I smiled with delight at her sincerity, and wept for the money we hail,

     Now my tears born of holding her smile in joy, 

           are violent shrieks of sorrow for scars now placed to make her authentic, and hate for our westem world. 
 

       "there is more I could say, there is more I could say if
a chasm of hollow beneath your sternum but
The very truth of our lie, is too painful to live, or to swallow"

Michael J Waite. 31st December 2023.