Namibian Dousing

 

 

 

            Bushfires continue to rage,

And people are shopping in sales,

A timeline camera watches the ebb

And the flow, as Rez and the Cowgirl

Play musical tones, for the young

In their hope for a rave.

 

 

The bushfires continue to rage,

And these youthful of entities

Pleading anarchy

Are snuffed by the old,

A guard of insanity seeking

Players of victory,

Regardless of casualties in fields

 

 

The bushfires continue to rage

And the TV shows dramas

For a hatched up cause,

A clause for a killing of

Of a generation now hoarse,

A spitting at intellects for

Charring remains,

The bushfires continue to rage.  

 

 

The bushfires continue to rage,

All the engines and water

Cannot douse the blaze,

A haze on horizons of lands

Full of corpses,

            A talking of nations

Keeping checked powerful days -

As bushfires continue to rage!

 

 

            An African Bushman

Skilled in hemming the flames

Shakes his head as he clicks,

            Acknowledging the trick

Of the classes now fuelling

These fires of sorrow,

And the technology begins to fail

As bushfires continue to rage.

 

 

Bushfires continue to rage

And with stealth and belief

            At saving his peoples,

His Flock and his kin,

            He begins with his wit

To start fresh on an ember,

Burning a patch till only charred

Earth remains, settling in sad

Recognition, the course of a now

Dying blaze,

 

 

            The bushfires continue insane,

If only the world was policed

By this Tribe Namib Bushman,

There’d be grasses for grazing,

Soil for planting

Forests for children

No more raising of battles in hate.

 

 

Michael J Waite 12^th January 2010.