The Antelope & The Black Sheep

I removed a wall Brick by brick Year on year Stone by stone And I did all this with a constant Endless self-deprecation And I did all this without doing, A tyrannical untrusting man any wrong. Any harm: Until one day, His eyes lashed gentle his ears roof Opened up his mocking mouth (Into an unstoppable— Avalanche…!) Into an Arcadian mountain gorge, Now, revealing a noble antelope's spirit. A relief cave painting, 2 thousand years old. And like the black sheep Of a Nigerian family, I was extended a welcome back into The sweet savannahs of his African fold.