You,
Buddhists who would liberate Africa
Beware!
Africa is brutal
Violent
Hungry
Sick.
Africa is not grateful
has not invited you.
Raw survival
is her credo:
Me or you.
Laughing
the world
rips out her
Treasured core.
Why should she trust you?
You want to steal her riches
make her like you;
docile, complacent.
To restore Africa
Leave yourself at home
Come empty
Humble
To learn
Admire
Bow.
Come empty
Learn her songs and dances
Learn her secret ways.
Give her
what she wants
First love Africa.
Did you know?
Did you know
That in Africa
Amitabha Buddha
dons a glistening black skin,
lips opulent and generous
black eyes flashing
powerful muscles surging as she
stomps the age-old dance
She sings the songs of Africa
croons the African mother’s lullaby
eats the coarse African meal
leaps amongst the thorn trees
and throws her spear at the
African stars
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