GHETTO DREAMS

GHETTO DREAMS My toes kissed the soil on which bloodbaths to aftermaths and decades of civil war’s been fought I stood on the banks of the Congo River, whilst my body shivered but in the end I shook hands and made friends with the rebels’ leader See me interact hope to make an impact to sex-workers and strip dancers I still try to read their lives between the lines and see better I laid my head, to rest on an enemy’s bed, in the ghettos of Mbandaka An MLC rebels, commandant It took me a late afternoon to a night bright, enough to give sight and hear slight drums to Lingala prayers taking me on a spiritual flight by the banks of the Lulonga For it has been so long Been dying to understand The meaning of the "hand" that was made strong in Marley’s Redemption Song Listen to my silent screams, chasing an extreme dream that is said to COME true time and time again I’ve been told to wait but my heart retaliates my mind debates the only good things that come to those who wait, are those left, by those who got there first! …A ghetto child's a DREAM chaser. (This is the second poem I wrote whilst in Congo,DRC...I think it was just after 2 weeks.)