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Sickles Raised From Dust

OUR SUN SHALL RISE

Arise, Soul Brother!My inner man cries.Let your aura illuminate with the promise,

a rebirth that stretches beyond the known.

Drum beats of yore roll across the ebb and tide

that is the questin epanse of physical self." reach out for that distant #olden $rb

which pro%ides illumination for my pathway,

hostin past a %arieated film of hauntin scenes.

" see a puratory of waitin rooms,at once resurent in a rey backdrop,

yet streaked with dancin luminescent splotches of fiery fire.

And narled hands flay and scramble for my soul in a

nihtmarish skirmish.&he final throes of those who chose the Autobahn of life'

But in a balancin act,

like a &rape(e artist " meander on a tiht rope)way past the yellin lot,

still reachin out'to that distant dwindlin twiliht,

that so effer%escent of a beacon which hihlihts the end of

my searchor the beinnin of my rebirth

in this land of red skies and tortured souls.

My inner man cries anew,

e%en as it reaches out for that crucifithat deftly brands the forehead of the select.

My redemption must penetrate the en%elopin darkness

of surreal skullduery,that symboli(es the sheer ineptitude

that led to this har%est of waitin rooms,in this so raw of cesspits

ruled by a party of %ultures without a thouht for tomorrow.

Arise, Soul Brother!

My inner man cries.Let your aura illuminate with the promise,

a rebirth that stretches beyond the known'*ay past the narled hands of &he State.

"f this is +uratory,then it is a certain hellish type that daily remindsand lea%es me helpless at the sheer inustice of it all.

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&he liht at the end of the tunnel quickens in its en%elopin

embrace."ts compellin intensity paints me with a renewed faith.

All is snow white!&he luminescent fiery splotches are of the past.

" am not alone in this beneficence'A marchin son leads us across the white sands of history.*hat the once -mihty thouht would not happen, has happened.

#olden sceptre in hand,

Blue skies in place,

we i%e our children a future,shunnin the offsprin of %ultures.

A legacy of riches

/rom the rich roarof mythic Saes,

holdin court'

tales of the Ashanti warrior,bear fruit'in memorys wake'

in primary colours.

/rom the fren(ied Locust crunch,

of an in%adin Army,

the perimeters of an empirestretched beyond lush forests'beyond antiquitys ede.

/rom the #old encrustmentsthat embodied the rich depths,

of antedilu%ian soil'of aes past)

the mihty S&$$L,

pounded the rich ochre earth,

of the fabled 0Dark1 continent,impactin on the blackDiaspora today,

like the ma(y tartan of a 2ente cloth,

in li%in colour.

/rom the beinnin to the present,the story continues3

A mihty Stool fored in old,

piercin the limits of our times.

4tract from the book Sickles 5aised from the Dust by $Banya