WHO BUYS MY THOUGHT BY DENNIS OSADEBAY

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Who buys my thoughts
Buys not a cup of honey
That sweetens every taste;
He buys the throb,
Of Young Africa’s Soul,
The soul of steaming millions,
Hungry, naked, sick,
Yearning, pleading, waiting.

Who buys my thoughts
Buy not some false pretence
Of  oracle and tin gods;
He buys the thought
Projected by the mass
Of restless youths who are born
Into deep and clashing cultures,
Sorting , questioning, watching.

Who buys my thoughts
Buys the spirit of the age,
The unquenching fire that smoulders
And smoulders
In every living heart
That’s true and noble or suffering;
It burns all o’er the earth,
Destroying, chastening , cleansing.







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