Pretty daughters of Eve, wake up!
The enemy is here, no more advanced make-up.
The dryer is here
Women’ll oft grumble, ‘it’s not fair’
Slay Queens can’t slay men
Like the lay men
For Solomon’s wisdom’ll open their eyes
To women’s lies
Behind the make-up mask
Where they eat the Parque…
Shore-trooping to join the fleet
The air conditioners now enemies
Walk, work, wake and sleep, we reminisce…
Hunters’ irrational aversion for weapons births Hoplophobia’s train
Only sun in Africa, no rain
The dusty wind
Animals and humans well skinned
The Sahara that blows
The humans that howl
The cold that slap(s)
The bodies that wrap
The clouds that almost drop down
The flight that lays down
No other continent, except Africa— the zone of peace
Enjoys this terror that begins his name with an ‘H’, from me to you, one love; peace.
☞ a dusty wind from the Sahara that blows toward the western coast of Africa during the winter. A season in Africa during the dry season.
© SIR A-ONE