Our Cultural Resilience – Alisonomi

When I feel the pains

Of our troubled society 

I take my scribing quill  

To design a beautiful day 

When my bruised heart bleeds 

For victims of strange creeds

I carefully scrutinize my heart 

For the sacred voice of poetry 

When my dewy inward eyes 

Intuit their untold miseries 

And their dreadful stories 

I solemnly invoke Calliope 

I seek out for Orunmila 

The great Orisha of wisdom 

And beckon on wise Anansi 

Architect of heavenly bodies 

I reach out to the ancestors 

Delving into their memories 

To find their sacred precepts

And revive our cultural resilience 

©Alisonomi2020