The Sun and its Army - Ginalda Tavares Manuel
"Nimbostratus clouds
Fade stealthily into a once blue sky
Premonitions lie
Ahead
Ominous days are coming
Thunder could be felt
Beneath feet
Ridged to grey slabs
Uncertainty
Tension
But the sun,
And its army of rays
Resist against the grey
Above
And irradiates
Into
Weighted hearts,
Worried minds
Pulsating wrists
Trembling lips.
Hope spreads like
Pipping butter on toast
Manoeuvring like a rapid in a stream.
We sing:
‘Kumpwanza
Kumpwanza’
We are libertad
Freedom."