Makhosi!

All too often
we live by secret deals
struck by bewildered children
making calculations way beyond their years
We get used to mud
and call it water
Oh, the tears, the tears, the tears

We stand before God
with a thousands reasons
constantly arguing against Her love
Oh the weeping and oh the laughter
that echo through hell
and heaven above

I wish I were 
an African sea eagle
for one whole day
in complete accord
Willingly I’d surrender to my coastal kingdom
unconditionally
without a word