Bid Them Dance

Bloodstained eyes
witness Africa’s children
reborn
to be slaughtered

Crawling in filth
as if milk and honey
capering insanely inside
ghetto war zones
cannibals feasting upon kin flesh

In this desolate land of Cane —
this barren land of forgotten griots
murdered dreams

Yet now:
ancestors journey to
the City of Lost Angels

And bid them dance

Possessed children:
shiver
gyrate
conjure
rhyme
paint
drum

Demons cast out

Ancestors come
in the midnight hour

Whisper:
“The River Niger
flows rich in your veins,
a warrior’s soul
sleeps in your bone marrow —
cradled by genius
older than the pyramids…!”

Bid your children dance

Copyright 2007 Valjeanne Jeffers-Thompson

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