Diomedes's blog
Nepotism
Nepotism
The lamb perceives a wolf,
Its dreadful, bloodstained fangs
Awash with icy, moonlit lust,
Its heart with hungry, hateful pangs.
And yet this lamb allows it in;
Mother Africa (revised)
Mother Africa
By no mistake or chance did heaven’s Host
Decide to plant me on this southern coast.
For you have fed me from you breast.
At night you laid my frame to rest.
Mother Africa
Mother Africa
By no mistake or chance did heaven’s host
Decide to plant me on this southern coast.
For you have fed me from you breast.
Each night you laid my frame to rest.
The Dark Age of Africa
The Dark Age of Africa
Let none deny the horrors done.
Let no one say that nothing’s wrong;
That hatred neither festers, nor
Erupts to blood, from time to time.
Unfolding
Unfolding
The leaves erupt upon the trees
Then bloom, mature and quickly die.
And yet their cycles bring You joy,
For with their growth they sing Your praise.
Yet sterile every art,
The Warning
The Warning
The world may praise me for
An even temper, eager ears, a ready smile;
But oft I use the skill
Of reason, craft and mind – the gifts that came from You –
To Serve the Lord with Art
To Serve the Lord with Art
One night I strolled across a field,
And saw a blazing star descend.
The heat and light drew close enough
To singe the grass and sear the dark.
The Dark Age of Africa III
Dark Age of Africa III
For what design did You let us,
Be born into this troubled place?
To curse, to hate,
Day in – day out?
We all can list the ills that plague this place,
The Dark Age of Africa II
The Dark Age of Africa II
No Lord, you have not left this place;
As some profess.
I see you still, from time to time:
In ready smiles,
And helping hands of many hues.
In social bonds.
Insanity's Teaching
Insanity’s Teaching
“As Son of God I must
“Decline belief in Christ.
“I shall accept him as
“A man of moral worth.
“I shall accept him as
“A man whose words held truth.
I Sit Besdie the Flames and Think
I Sit Beside the Flames and Think
I sit beside the flames and think:
Of all the places I have been.
I think of faces I have seen,
Of frosty stars in midnight sheen;