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