Who Buys My Thoughts by Dennis Osadebay

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Who Buys My Thoughts by Dennis Osadebay



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 teeming millions, 

Hungry, naked, sick, 

Yearning, pleading, waiting.


Who buys my thoughts 

Buys not some false pretence 

Of oracles and tin gods; 

He buys the thoughts 

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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