Barraka

Composed originally as a free verse with a pen 
On a napkin at a coffee shop 
A message to a friend.
It spoke of new beginnings that may lead to an end 
Of this fly by night plastic world where we pretend.
The subject was a champion who dreamed and aimed higher 
Believed that change would come without streams of gunfire.
Not perfect in the least, yet his soul was admired
'cause he kept pushing on, no matter how he perspired.
Roads were rocky, obstacles he overcame 
Soon he learned shortcuts wouldn't lead to fame.
He never hurt nobody, so there's no need for shame 
All he wanted was the world to know your name

Ethiopian Jazz & Afrobeat Fela