(In response to the call of life)

I should be angry if it wasn’t for the oath

Life has never been easy and the weak still fall

Like landmines exploding in my mind

I’d go

Naked

If it hadn’t been done before

So I went down to the river

Pining like one pining for gold

Or a lost love

I pined for

A reflection of myself

Before the dream

Before the industry and the excitement

Before I arrived at the edge

Away from myself

Passing ships are calling

Free your mind

The flag ship is closing in

Prepare for the coming

Dress your houses and want no more

The wind shifts to the

Trees

Trees are to be revered, enjoyed

And the songs of birds should be mocked

Every word should be a joyful one

And march on

I should be angry, If it wasn’t for the coming

Raindrops sent one by precious one

By Fitzgerald Brown