Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Ras Babi

Ras Babi.

The Sudanese prophet.

Makes my heart cry with visions of reality

Tender bites of truth.

Replete with our shame

Heavy with World's sorrow

Understands its infusion with the highest, most noble.

To hold both in the hand surely would burn another.

But Ras Babi stands.

And weeps.

1 comment:

  1. Simon...
    Iron...
    lion...
    To be
    or not
    To be
    We are free brother
    Simon...
    the genies need their leader back
    sadness...
    or happiness
    If I were a prophet...
    I would weep blood
    peace and love
    we are the seekers for this month...
    ras babi

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