Officially extinct you say
So before you were born I was
I was crawling on the surface
Making life a place for other to live
Regardless of whether they live right or wrong
Suffering or enjoying the joys of living
I made something of this place
A different life you confess
But forget not that the past is where it all began
It began with a single strand of clothing
That changed the style
A single hem that made the cloth
Would you wear it that way if I hadn’t too?
It began with a single invention that changed the frequencies
The frequency that evolved to what you are tuned into
It began with a single strand that changed the music
Brought in the acoustics of this new jingle
The new jingle that you play to the mob
Mobilizing them to make you the leader
It began with a single word that began the revolution
And guess who invented the alphabet
As you grew up you thought of me as a burden
A burden on your back and you strived to duck
To jump of the cliff is all part of the plan
Part of the process of letting you discover
I held on to you as you took the leap
Off the cliff we were air bound
I did not flap my wings
So we set on a roll
And down we went as you straggled to flap
At last your wings got strength
So I let go and let you ascend
Watched you flap
Watched you go up
But I only wish you would request for my advice
Let me teach you how to flap through the volcanic ash
But since you feel you know so much
Call me extinct with my century old knowledge
Let’s see what you can do without me
Your mother to guide
A reply evoked by Kingwa Kamencu’s poem here
(It’s not a fight to oust the old guard from power showing them how it should be done! We should strive to get into their hems and be a cloth of change not a patch of threads.)