CREDO


Voices of the wise
Aficionados’ of the past
Delivering with impeccable aptitude
Co rousing a sense of belonging
In the depth of the night
Deep in the African forest
Not giving a care to the preamble
They have done this before
Speaking their lore’s lucidly
Words well delineated, impeccable!
Under the burning embers
Vapor rising to grace the sky
Ardent listeners fervent
The night is indolent
Passing on lethargically
Without a care in the world
It is here that wisdom is contrived
Under the watch of the moon’s patina face
The young are fed
They have been taught to conform
Even the silence is profound

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