Maneuver, Manage, Manipulate
You’re not the daring disciple
But walk on a frightened river fervidly
She doesn’t care if it’s a shuffle
All she needs is a long carol at winter yuletide
Manners, Manacles, Man-up
Tray your murky moods on
your head alone, on the aisle
sorry, the furrow in your heart is a minus
Take the amber for yourself, yes!
Manure, Mandate, Mandela
Grow savannah into the moist desert soils
crawling into fear to hide your happiness
The truth is never a drama; the maestro may not survive
but not until you’ve created the utopia
Do you know at all
what it means to be a man?
ask those burning feet that have trekked the boundaries of Sahara
when the sun decides to fry a cake
out of this moist earth.