Alas, this country denies,
The seduction of the Afrikaans.
The lingering thirsty drought still exists!
Who could have missed?
The slithering proposition of all time.
No paper was written nor documents exchanged.
Words of filth slipped through chained hands,
Chains of humorous calls.
And so began the fall…
A cold season arrives as the promise ties.
Not forever I am sure.
Who can explain the deranged tame?
Oh! Excuse me.
That should be I
Is stupid as can be!
Sure enough the land is free,
From sun, from elephants divine,
No more ivory dealers
We left them all behind.
Would not it be easier to send them to the cold?
Personality
Shows that cold leads to gold
Worth everything to hold.
The sun means nothing,
The seas the same.
I long for the dolphins calling my name.
Bringing me there,
Hoping…
I will appear!
To recover splendid Earth!
To remove myself
From shallow waters,
For the depth of my soul will show.
The way to true freedom exists!
Who could have missed?
The bliss forever uncovered,
Always hovered by the sun.
Love healing hearts, Shirah Chante, Relationship Artist
Listen to the reading of the poem “Alas!” on my show Relationship Rock! Building Relationships That Last.