The Beacon in the Fog

As it's not just your fault, nor is it solely mine

 

It's a shared burden, a common line

 

To question why the sprout is so small and frail

 

Or to judge by passion or power, on such a scale

 

To delineate by origin or school attended

 

The occupation of one's parents - where does it end?

 

In this reality that draws lines and borders

 

Listen closely for the harmonious orders

 

In the choir's song play djembe and agogo

 

Wearing costumes of Kandomblé in vibrant show

 

Dancing with flair in brilliant turns

 

Expressing gaiety as the rhythm churns