DANCE

At the end of
one plantain tree,
A new one takes over.
At once,
So suddenly a
new dance
Has begun.
The tunes of
this new dance
By a new piper payer.
 
The children of
the dance
Have danced
dances before,
In those dances
danced by dancers
Of old,
They danced
with stomachs
Filled with
hope
And they
fainted and died
With only
promises, empty ones
In their stomachs.
 
Today we are
still ready to dance
Though we
already know
The mathematics
of politicians
In our
fatherland.
Lies, agendas
are propagandas…
Figures,
figures, geometry
And algebras
Mathematics my
foot!
We need food.