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KLOUÉ Sunday Alexis
To Jean-Térez DESCOLLINES
So you want geniuses
Who moan under the beams
Of your fires stifling their fine energy
When they come to drink from your waters!
You muzzle the Muse of hope
Of a little spirit that soars
At the visionary summit
Which is out of your ordinary…
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Joseph dreaming of a great empire
But his brothers, wishing him the worst,
Hogging her best garment
Then they put him in a hole of torment.
Sold like a beast of burden
Walking, rope around his neck, behind the merchants
Towards a destination, all sum
Unknown, but her talents will blossom.
You muzzle the Muse
Since you are the scribes of deception…
And Potiphar, his wife, faced with this irresistible charm,
Give in to his inclinations, try the impossible.
But, like a clever bird
Joseph escaped from the net
The trembling hands of a disappointed Lady
Before this reed stranger
And his missed loves
Will put our slave of the day on the violin.
But there again, Providence decided
The deposit still in him, his dreams will be dreamed
A surge of generosity hatched on occasion
Take advantage, sooner or later, of the hatching
Since he is a lost seed
Which in due time will be returned
And here he is from the violin to the imperial court!
The serf, long forgotten behind the chains
Pointed out like a lordly picket
For the king, dissipate his hells from his spirits
You muzzle the Muse
But in vain, you do this work
When Nature amuses you
You will see with your own eyes the Muse at the summit
Of his glory, of his joy…
Even if for you, no faith
But let it rise despite your bad habits
Ah, enough to eat away at your liver!
So let these dream talents blossom
Which seem unheard of to your eyes today
Like a seed without light
But tomorrow, in the buried shadows
Will grow in the light of day
Sinking their roots into the clouds of the ground
Will brave storms, hurricanes and dirty tricks
Then, in your deserted forests, your console
Let them lower you, it will be for a time.
But when your time hatches
No wind can take you away
What Providence wanted to serve you
You muzzle the Muse
But Nature holds her Muse well.
Storm! Capsize in crisis
But gray matter will never be lost.
Poem by KLOOUÉ Sunday Alexis
UAC, February 16, 2020
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