The Call From Heaven

In their dreams, they hear echoes,
The call is from the ancestors;
They have found out
That the land they tilled well is now well wasted;
The crops no longer grow
They are stunned and stunted;
They have found out,

They have found out that their children have lost the common culture,
They no longer eat from the same bowl;
They have found out,
They have found out that they (children) have broken the jars in their comforts;
They have buried the customary wells;
Broken the pestles and the mortars;
And they no longer cook the delicious meal
But buy the breakfast from the restaurants.

They have found out,
They have found out that the societal laws have no longer custodians.
Children no longer wear the ethics, norms, values and behaviours they were proud of
But follow the pattern of rights they are favoured.

They have found out,
They have found out that no one disciplines with the cane and rope
They are shocked that no one crosses the borders to admonish brothers' children
Because the laws have metamorphic morphs
Which was as a means of changing the old clothes…

No one helps the other no matter how they are closed
Interest has won and profit has triumphed
They have echoed the call through the dream
A dream from darkness is like a "Walking shadow"
The call is from a silent land
And therefore, it's not heard
Only a heaver in heaven

In their sleeps and dreams,
They have found out,
We are no longer,
The servants but servitudes.