(Choreo-poem in Three Voices)
(Pause)
ALL VOICES: We are people of the past
Beyond the past
We are the rainbow
Which define the sky
(Pause)
1st Voice:
The Zambezi tomtoms the Mississippi
In a twilight of purple whispers
2nd Voice:
The Kilimanjaro towers over
A trail of migrant dreams
3rd Voice:
The Atlantic so red
In the bitter banter of sugar-cane groves
1st Voice:
The moon is a broken candle
At the altar of predatory prelates
2nd Voice:
The sun knows the colour of fettered flairs
The naked inhumanity of cotton kingdoms
3rd Voice:
There is a yawning jjaaazzz in tired chains
And ears which smell the soul in manacled moments
(Continued next week)
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