Help me
Hold me
Wipe my tears
For my tears has been my only food for the Love of you (Afrikan Child-ren)
The more I look
The less I see
I see nothing but delusion
For I see nothing but desolation
I see only walking-dead,
Walking in shackles of hopelessness
Without the hope of tomorrow
Tomorrow that might never come
With what I see with my naked eyes

Help me
Hold me
Wipe my tears
My ear drum is damaged
From the soliloquies of death in the spiritual mutilations of the music
That continues to blare into my ears
From our future
From our tomorrow
From precious gifts
Afrikan Child

Oh! Help me please
I am becoming sick
Without the ability to express myself
From my disillusioned state of mind
From what I see daily
The death in the dead eyes of almost every woman robbed as a child
The child in the man get younger;
The man in the child getting older
Why death everywhere?

I see falsity all around me, oh my child
I see "God" imbedded all throughout the secluded chambers of "your minds"
I see no God of self-confidence and of truth in your incoherent eyes,
I see no God in your un-philosophical re-actions
How come oh my child you are so blinded by the extravagant glares of ignorance

A slave-child,
But slavery I was told was wiped away long time
I see the eyes of death,
I hear the word of hopelessness,
I see an Afrikan-(abstract) culture that runs deep made transparent and weak
My child, my Afrikan Child, My love, My baby
I see how vulnerable you truly are,
I see you as the hunter who preys on your ignorance, your inner joy sees you, only I see you
No more illusions (you the children being raised by children)
where else has that abomination got the soul of the Afrikan?

In the quietness of your soul
You ask,
Where do I go,
With tears in your eyes you ask where is there to go from here,

Weep not child
Weep not my baby
With this love of you in my heart
I will remove your tears with my long hair
Replace your tears with my tears
For my tears has been my only food for the Love of you (Afrikan Child-ren)
Wipe your face with the kiss of my mouth
I will restore hope into you
I will chasten away that death threatening you everyday
With only one condition I demand of you
That from this moment
You will learn to look at your divine mother
For hope and happiness
For inspiration and progress
For peace and tranquility
For honor and respect
For dignity and appreciation
For sadness and sorrow
For joy and love
Tell me you will look at your divine mother

I have no mother you said
She was killed by the rebels
My father was taken by the exploiters
I am alone in this world
Disillusioned, lack direction
And without any tomorrow

Listen my child
Though you loose all
But your divine mother is alive
Afrika is her name (the land of many) and you,
The land that gave birth to old civilizations
The land of Pyramids
The land of abundant
The abundance that made the rest of us scramble for her
Daily she continues to be raped all of you are her (my) child-ren.
She is the truth that runs through your veins the truth that balances your abstract mind
and the truth that pivots your soul into the experience of time
All is inter-connected through the love of she (our divine mother) as all detachments from her equates a false absolute.
A truth windowed through the desolate eyes of the children
We must look within once again children to God (as once taught by our caring elders),
we must look within to find the key of truth that unlocks the shackles on our hearts, minds and souls
The truth you no longer know, the pre-existent truth in God (balance) that inter-connects all, in truth You must child, you must listen to your soul,
it's only your soul that can teach you what the truth actually is
Only the soul, the impressions of the mind are false absolutes, as seen through your actions-reactions of hopelessness
I see you child, love is what you love (as do All) but the falsity of hollow images is the hand that you got
I see it (death) in your eyes,
I hear the death in your poetics of life, and I read the living death in your spoken/written words of genocide
An untimely end from any angle, an abomination unto the soul that must cease through your own good will.

My child you must look deeply within to the divine mother Afrika because we were both raped, yet we continue to rape each other, we are imbalanced, we are divided in mind from our divine mother in Afrika
A truth seen in the hopeless stares of you my Afrikan child, our vulnerable-Afrikan children.
Hope child, there is hope, because the changelessness of hope, which is love, necessity and inter-connection, never truly changed the mind.
The changelessness of love, necessity and inter-connection, never escaped the protection of the soul.
Give me tears of hope child, your mental, your physical and your spiritual reduction is my very own.
Look within child to the spirit of Afrika, into your truest self and to the unified soul in God.
My Beloved Children of Afrika You are the Stars of Thee Great "I" AM (God)
Thee I
IS on Thee Sparrow
The power in "I" is in me, and you
The I have IT All
Lift your heart, soul, and mind
Towards Thee great
"I" AM that "I" AM within you
We are separate
Yet we are One
When "I" see you
"I" see me
My Beloved Children of Afrika
Seek Thee "I" AM inside of you
While Thee "I" AM can still be found
Greater IS Thee "I" AM in you
Than anything it the world
My tears has been my only food for the love of you Afrikan Child-ren)
"I" "I" "I"
"I" see you in me
The "I" in you and me will destroy Despair that which was our only games to play with

Children of Afrika

There is no greater love than
Thee "I" AM that "I" AM
That IS already inside of you

IT has been revealed
Beloved Children of Afrika
Thee "I"s says and have IT All

Thee "I" IS you my

Beloved Children of Afrika
"I" believe in you

Go Now Beloved Children of Afrika
Rush,
Run,
Dash
Go within (God-self)
And we will never go without

Give me tears of hope, once again, children,
tears of Joy, into the never-end...

Thee Stars of Afrika
Thee Afrikan Stars
The Children of Afrika

From Thee Chambers of Thee Holies of Holies,
Where Spiritual Secrets resides, on the frontier of the future,
on Thee outskirts of Thee City of Eternity.

Afrika! Afrika! Afrika!

Here is Loving you

© 2005 By Haadiya Zahirah Asiya Aamon