Let us dance the dance of the happy child –
Joyful, ecstatic and free of worries.
Let us like that child
Cover ourselves with the dust of the earth
From which we are made –
Brown from the effect,
Dirty in reality.
Let us inhale sweetly
The smell of water against parched sand
Inhale without a grimace
The dusty particles of the atmosphere –
which is after all a component of our fleshy make up.
Let us forget the colours we are not – black and white.
Let us not be ashamed to be who we are –
Brown, sandy, dirty people.
Yet like the child,
Let us never shy away from a hot bath
Nor refuse to be oiled and kept moist.
Let us be ready to play
Whether under the hot scorching sun
Or the heavy thunderous rain
‘cos in the end
It is those who like the child
Live with little worries
Ever trusting, ever hopeful
That have the best and sweetest memories.
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