THE SONG OF EXILE©

Published in the USA by the Library of Congress-2000

Under house arrest
my life starved to death
She had no more words to feed on

The sky is low: a lid on a can
my oxygen supply demands a coup d'etat
and a republican red poem
anything, red or blue.

Give me the pass to temporary exile
out of the silent days.
I could write in the night
in the luminescence of
the last candle of my existence

I could live with the twinkle
of the brass stars
of the ever passing armies
of dictators
Their rhetoric is a wind
in my sand timer
Just a few syllables
to tell
my name.

Move in my mysic world, play it as you wish-click on the keys to go to different pages

This site is dedicated to Bob Marley-I will share some of the glimpses I felt in my art that are relevant to Marley and the message he passed on to humanity. For his tempo lives on...

His tempo is in the collective psyche, I may forget the colour of his skin, the sound of his voice, his biography, but the tempo has made it thru the dark night of Africa and a new sun is rising, beyond, against and because of him? No....His tempo? yes.

Rahman,Brigitte Arlette-2001

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