Meditation On Darkness
A Poem For The Children Of Northern Uganda
Bring me back those nights, and the moon too,
And let me whirl and dance and be a child again;
Return me to the savannah, to the heart of my Africa
Where I can be a child again on a moonlit summer night....
But now I hear the moon comes no more
And darkness shrouds the summer night....
Children, too young to walk
Are stalked by death and fear worse than death...
Where we used to run and walk and dance--
There, they tell us, death now struts,
Licking its lips and mowing down the future
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Bring me back those nights, and the moon too,
And let me whirl and dance and be a child again;
Return me to the savannah, to the heart of my Africa
Where I can be a child again on a moonlit summer night....
But now I hear the moon comes no more
And darkness shrouds the summer night....
Children, too young to walk
Are stalked by death and fear worse than death...
Where we used to run and walk and dance--
There, they tell us, death now struts,
Licking its lips and mowing down the future
...Read the complete poem
Join uNight and help us BEAR WITNESS.
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