From Where I Come.

Ours is a no devil haven;
Peace, love and unity:
Are the delicacies we serve at the table of humanity...

From where I come,
We sing and dance to our own tunes:
Tunes of joy,
Tunes of peace,
And tunes of love,
Alone with our hearts...

We've tuned our hearts to listen,
To meditations of the soul;
And nod when, in our veins music flows.
We strip not to expose our nakedness,
Or awkwardly wriggle our bottoms:
To release steam...

Silence is cherished like treasure,
Men most talk,
If they have something to say;
But tame their tongues,
To yap not to exercise jaws...

People are led not by a gun,
And controlled not by a scorpion's poison;
But by the magipower of words--
Eaten with palm wine:
At the table of democracy...
(c) Pius Khisa.