Dear rain

remember me when i am gone
deep into the motherland
from morning to the break of dawn
the pen dances in my hand

remember me as if you met me
the other day when you showered
my cupid heart gloomy from a distance
i wrote until the clouds cried

trapped within life’s border
these words are my passport
word of art new african order
i let them come out nicely
and touch a soil child
bring them up wisely
and snatch them from the ever raging wild.