Bang on the river bank Sat the settlement with ramparts A cool Atlantic breeze Welcoming the travelers Landing to steal the thunder Of the smiling folks Banjul Kambia's innocents
See the parade of bones Lying in the sands Its the speech of the dead Failed messages to the living Who but ignore the signs Yet blame the ancestors Saying they were marooned On the barren island of Banjul Where they cannot even get water to drink All the wells being salty
Now it is sprouting with towers Showing off a growth Lying in the field so low Waiting to be washed away by the sea That hungry beast Did try before Only to be rescued for a while The sands rolled back by man Who beats his chest proud That the beach is reclaimed again After it vomited the bones Now littering the sands Indecently exposed to passersby
Banjul Kambia's innocents Live in modest abodes Proudly showing shiny white teeth in smiles Still welcoming strangers Who land to steal their thunder Hear them say Kambia no problem Some truth in this Belies the open wounds of the pure heart Suffering in silence Smiling and dignity retained No one can say They cried in pain Or shared their shame The skeletons remain Buried in sands Bang on the banks of the river Only revealed by the rude sea To probing eyes of the inquisitive
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Posted - 05 Mar 2009 : 15:27:40
