Dear Collard


Rainbow before storm,something rarely seen,cotton clouds blown away by a grey wind
And so in the air,the desert tells us all about some of the spontaneous flowers past through the scene,crumbs of red stomped by cruel steps
A rubin morphed to bloodstream,like emerald to a rotten fruit,sapphire to nights extremely obscurer than blue,instead black was the source and then the end
All the clay bowls filled of hopes have been smashed by the sad supremacy of iron,and maybe is the friction spreaded in the environment which made the brown sugar field now sour
To restrain the holy power,acid tears fell from a grapefruit tree,fusing with the pigment of the landscape above yellow flames burning at the sunset
But the pink sky drawn on the surface of a pair of deep eyes,could never prophesy,the flood of mud which soiled the sheer land

(Dedicated to President Sankara's memory and to all the people who fought for their land)