Mozambique
A playground for TItans.
They stumble over mountains
Tumble through trees.
Jump in the clouds,
And splash in the rivers.
They are innocent children.
Chaos is natural. Chaos is
Normal. Playful and joyous.
Child-gods play.
The Lúrio* is flooded.
The land shakes down the houses.
The roads fall through the sand
And down go the bridges.
Chaos is Chaos
For the humans below.
The deities forget them; the
Child-Gods play.
The people are awed, wide- eyed,
Amazed! How the Child-Gods grow!
Larger, rounder, fatter every day.
Should they be praised? Maybe feared?
Can they be battled?
Outmatched? Put to death?
The Titans unknowingly birthed their defeat.
Will they do the same?
Child-gods play.
Innocence is a cloak of ignorance.
Too large to see your feet.
Inevitably you fall. So keep it up,
Mozambique-
Child-gods. Play.
* A river that
divides the two most northern provinces
with the rest of the country.
I see in this picture my land of birth , Indonesia and in the poem it seems to tell me that all beauty of the lands are equally exiting and a joyous play of God. It pleases us all.and exists for us all to enjoy and appreciate.
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