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In The Valley
Un uncertain countenance: light shines
Around his fertile eyelashes, a frown or
A positive gesture amid the murmur,
"We have no home in this valley
We are guzzled in the wind".
Shall we come out of the mire, acting
victors, chanting songs to the Savannah?
We need flowers in our hands
To adorn the bright moon.
When Candles in our round-tables burn
We shall mend breaches of the past.
We shall have our children embrace
Calling each other by names.
Then, laughter from our conscience
Bursting loud like echoes in the savannah.
See, among the rubble, the spluttered humankind
It awaits our hands to regather its halo.
Let us embrace, pressing palms, touching souls
Of the dark-hearted - Let us give ourselves
Hands of comradeship, rekindle the flames
To a bonfire! Let us come together.
Our solidarity shall heal our sceptic wounds.
