The River of My African Grandmothers

Majid Ali, M.D.

What Might Have Been the River of My Grandmotherland?

A Poem from My Book Drone Democracy


THURSDAY

Love is to celebrate,

A crystal without creed,

A dew drop without color,

A raven without race.


Love is to celebrate,

A lizard without law,

A flower without faith,

A river without religion.


Love is to be,

A Muslim on Fridays,

A Jew on Saturdays,

A Christian on Sundays,

A Hindu on Mondays,

A Buddhist on Tuesdays.


Love is to be,

An agnostic on Wednesdays,

A nobody on Thursdays.

What day,

Makes my day

Might it be a Thursday?

A day to be a nobody.


Thursday,

A day for,

The language of silence,

The commerce of compassion.

A day to live,

A day to love,

A day to be true,

Giddy on life,

A day to be a nobody.


Thursday,

A day for,

For trancing in every shrine,

Far, far,

From the mind of the malign,

Softly, sublimating,

Into the heart of the Divine.

A day for love,

A love,

That only soul can refine.

On the way to be a  nobody.

☺☻☺

Does anybody ever become a true nobody?


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