Choruses of Thunder

How can I wear this linen white

and parade this groaning arena and streets?

My motherland burns in mourning

no ashes leaving.

How can I point out at those hands  

which have on them these innocent blood

when they conspired with a voice from home?

This candlelight I must raise but when

and on which stand

so it’s not hidden?

Should the water god still leave along the curvatures of its shores

where the waters clasp at the end of the rainbow

its pot of gold?

I know I shall see the elephant

taking its gorgeous turn, surely when it does

opening up the heavens to break forth

in choruses of thunder.

© Emperor Leander David


NB

First publish by 'Our Empire' on Google blog

Made accesible to social media pages of
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