<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Migrants and the Breeze</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the shore by Goree Island, <br>The Green Cape's western coast<br>Senghor's spirit of poetry<br>Perfumes the evening smoke</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night vibrates to duelling drums<br>Youthful fingers point to the north<br>To trace a path for emigrants<br>By bearings that the slaveboats took</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The breeze is a playful character<br>Dancing a funana with the trees<br>Teasing, arousing the rushing waves<br>That grasp for home on the narrow shore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great masks guard the coastline from invaders<br>Insisting on history that Africa owns<br>The Wolof spirit exceeds the present<br>Beachwalkers hold the future close.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boats of refugees are impounded<br>By the naval forces of Senegal<br>Halted in search of the Canary Islands<br>Impelled from home by poverty or war...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">... this message from the western coast<br>Arrives too late for young lives lost<br>But as these words and people pass, <br>And all of us were migrants once</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We know the human heart will seek<br>The dignities of wealth, degrees<br>Elusive as the breeze that plays<br>Where shore and sea are bound to meet<br>And never know to rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392321" data-title="Migrants and the Breeze de Frank Bana" data-description="Upon the shore by Goree Island, The Green Cape's western coast Senghor's spirit of poetry Perfumes the evening smoke The night vibrates to duelling drums Youthful fingers point to the north To trace a path for emigrants By bearings that the slav..."></div> </div> </div>

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