Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations)

To the Proprietors of the Republic

40 Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations) now his mind rests in peace, so shall his soul. I laud King Mandela, Afrik’s primal sample; he gave it all to men and had naught in his bag but Truth. Now his mind is harmony, and with his soul. As the sea begins to calm the fumes of rushing streams, and the rains subdue the rising dust onto its mother earth, clouds begin to clear on the skies of Africa and Nature’s will, will be done. To the Proprietors of the Republic I am no scab, no wag either only a fated traveler groping the pitch-dark night for a grave to lay down my head to lay down my head in a grave and sleep in peace so no rain drops in my ears no horrors strain my troubled sight no flies buzz about my feeble trunk and keep me awake again keep me awake again to raise the splint that critics set ablaze to hoist the monarchs in their gambling fits divulge their shame in the eyes of the world in the eyes of the world I shall not flay their shameless guilt for, I am only a withered leaf fluttering from my stalk in the gentle breeze into a quiet grave to lay down my head and sleep in peace. ...