O HOW I LOVETH THEE!
Science without conscience is a poison that affects our subconscious being.
As I recall the wars, the Balkans and Greek gods and goddesses in writing,
Hoping to defy Roman deities… As I look over Montenegro and Serbia,
And Sudan, Chad, Afghanistan and Iraq, Hutus and Tutsis, a real focus on
The center of my Universe, I will name you Tirana or Ho Chi Minh City.
Let all these people inhale every breath I am exhaling! For it is my Nile…
As ancient as old methodologies, as sincere as this ink bleeding into your river.
My Mallakastra or Vatican of thoughts and emotions and sentiments,
I thought of emotions in the hope of creating a phenomenon of feelings…
It is called loving!
Feelings that metamorphose into reality as the winds that blow through this City.
Libreville is your name, better yet Freetown or N’djamena.
Tirana… Albania, oh how I loveth thee! To be or just be with you?
It’s called… Loving… It is a constant state of High… You had me at hi!
And going from looking to staring to gazing at those sets of eyes… Poetry, o my!
For Science without conscience is a poison that affects my subconscious…
As I recall the war, the Balkans and Greek gods and goddesses in writing,
So here is a poem worth about a couple leke, since Euros are dividing… © Christian Djimra* Koumtog