Sahara Blues V by Ajise Vincent

He who listens to my song
Listens not to mellifluous symphonies
That fill the heart with ecstasy
He listens to the pangs of refugees in Borno
Whose dreams are eulogized daily by bombs

He who listens to my song
Listens not to praises to anonymous oracles
Who eat barren goats and even members of their worshippers
He listens to the cries of albinos in Tanzania
Whose futures are cut short by fetish ignoramuses

He who listens to my song
Listens not to notes of the nightingale
That blesses dawn with rapturous rhythms
He listens to dirges being sung to Liberians
As they flare hopes that died of bat disease

He who listens to my song
Listens not to festive ballads
That give an illusion that all is well
He listens to the last wish of that lad in Somalia
Who just died of gastric ulcer

He who listens to my song
Listens not to word plays
By men who speak through their nose
He listens to the cogitations of a restless youth
Seeking answers in a world of deceit

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