Africa
Seed of humanity.
Riches of the world,
stolen away.
Cultures untold and
scattered like wind.
Precious gems and souls mined and
ground to dust.
Earths perfect portrait, then;
darkened canvas.
Pride invaded.
Bones broken and feeble.
Abandoned puzzle pieces.
Baby born anew; but
lost from Mother.
Tries to walk.
Crawls through the dust.
Take our hand.
Michael Domino 8-30-06
© 2007 by Michael Domino
