Nature’s Clear Well   –   Waniyetula

 

Crawling in pain, gasping his last breath

With his empty flask, he moves to his death

In this cold world of concrete that isn’t his own

His glazed over eyes see his long lost home

Seeing flowers, and hills and fields, edged with pines

Seeing children, and feeling warmth on winter days

Called them brothers and sisters too, back in better times

Vivid colours, so clear and good, back in better times

 

With such warmth on his mind, doesn’t feel the cold blast

Of his lonely deathbed in the subway shaft

As he draws his last breath the crowd fails to see

The dead tramp in the corner, with his soul now set free

Seeing flowers, and hills and fields, edged with pines

Seeing children, and feeling warmth on winter days

Called them brothers and sisters too, back in better times

Vivid colours, so clear and good, back in better times

 

|| And the ambulance men – they finally drop by –

Feel strange when they notice the look in his eye

When they drag the stiff body up the cold steps of stone

See a frozen small tree that the tramp knew back home

They too long for waters from nature’s clear well

But they can’t see what’s wrong with our concrete hell ||

 

Flickering tvs, hurrying crowds

Worrying offices and dark smelling shrouds

“By the way, I saw a dead man on the subway today”

“Really? Pass the coffee, what was wrong with him, anyway.”

“Oh just a drunkard I suppose –

Come on, let´s go out and have some fun!” (D.S.)