These people
Didn’t know
words
Their books
Were the rocks
of their area...
And they liked
drawing
Their everyday
life!
Sometimes...
They would use
Sacrificial
blood,
Which then was
bringing
Life to the
paintings!
The children
And the
grandchildren
Of the society
Would come
And gather
around!
Watching the big
rock...
Before their
sleep!
The rock gave
birth
To the ancient
television...
It was the
spiritual television
Of the African
soil...
In Matopos...
The garden of
stones!
Matopos
The home for
Godly voice...
That connected
mother nature
And the heaven
of heavens!
The land of the
posing rocks...
So alive to the
spiritual!
Matopos
The land of the
mountainous rocks,
That signifies
the different soils of Africa!
The land with
the dancing wind,
And the
whistling trees!
Matopos
The rescue to my
mental dilutions
The rescue to my
wounded shortfalls
And the
rejuvenation and rebirth of one’s self!
Matopos
Matopos
Matopos
The hidden
treasure...
From the country’s
Hidden ancient
wisdom.
END!!!
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