guitar

By Bro. Yao

a box of strings

a wooden box

a box made of wood

with strings

a walk with strings

walk these strings

this wood, walk

with me

talk with these strings

talk with this wood

this wooden box

walk and talk

so when you go nomad

to travel and the drums

are heavy in the sun

in a desert in a Mississippi

in the belly of a ship

in sand storms  in a sahara

in the storm and fury

of finding home far away from home

carry your guitar

carry you wooden box

carry your drum

heat splitting day

darts of fire and arrows

in the hot sun

of a sick white man’s gaze

take your guitar

wooden drums

wooden boxes

made of sun and fire

strings singing africa

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