Dona Forbin
WOULD BE PETITION FOR A PEOPLE
Heavenly Father
Whose name is wholly
we lay before thy footstool
today, the case
of a long aggrieved people
Baffled and beaten into submission
Raise servants worthy of honour
To leadership
In this cradle of our ancestors
Let thy servants arise
Our Moses and David
Send our Solomon
And Queen of Sheba
Where is our very own Esther?
Raise our Dr King and Mahatma
Raise our Shaka Zulu and Cleopatra
Flood thy Light and the help
Of thy power
That servants may be strengthened
And wrest the mother land from the clutches
Of a derelict misled few
Whose name is wholly
we lay before thy footstool
today, the case
of a long aggrieved people
Baffled and beaten into submission
Raise servants worthy of honour
To leadership
In this cradle of our ancestors
Let thy servants arise
Our Moses and David
Send our Solomon
And Queen of Sheba
Where is our very own Esther?
Raise our Dr King and Mahatma
Raise our Shaka Zulu and Cleopatra
Flood thy Light and the help
Of thy power
That servants may be strengthened
And wrest the mother land from the clutches
Of a derelict misled few
Free a people that so longs -
All that hath breath praise Thee.
Amen
All that hath breath praise Thee.
Amen
Dona Forbin
LOVES TRUCK?
Fortune smiles on my agony
Indeed I can write
And express the bubbling
Within that threatens
To rush away with
What I recognize as sanity!
Indeed I can write
And express the bubbling
Within that threatens
To rush away with
What I recognize as sanity!
Fortune smiles serenely
After she conspired with
The fates to throw in extra colour
In the form
Of a whirling romance
Dervish thing
Out of control
Laughing cupid is in attendance
With his friends
Gamboling gaily
Over my shoulders
As I strive to comprehend
The incomprehensible
Of whens and whys and whats and hows
Of thunderbolt love struck!
After she conspired with
The fates to throw in extra colour
In the form
Of a whirling romance
Dervish thing
Out of control
Laughing cupid is in attendance
With his friends
Gamboling gaily
Over my shoulders
As I strive to comprehend
The incomprehensible
Of whens and whys and whats and hows
Of thunderbolt love struck!
Dona Forbin
FOR MUNGO MAD BARD[1]
True, we may be mad like him!
Our own will not hide behind a beard
Defying razors and glances
A kinky mass and mess
Charging over an innocent shirt
Bewildered chest condemned
to carry promised words
Stark naked and prancing
So we may be mystic like him!
Our own does not defy dust
In Sandja clothed waist
Sandal clad disapproving
Tiko wrinkled feet
Beating a singular track
Impressing a generation
Brilliant individuality and personality
We may be mad! Why deny?
Our own fresh sweet palm wine
Sour head churning brew
Sung or unsung
Poet people cherish the madness
Mystic- bearded ways and such!