I am waiting
Still waiting
My eyes roaming from the wilderness
Of the sahara
To the blues of the Atlantic
Waiting for Moses
Waiting
Waiting for Joshua
In the wilderness of hunger and neglect
I am waiting
For Moses with a herd stick
Struggling out of the valley
Waiting
Waiting for Joshua
Who has not been born
Waiting for the mountains to shift
So that Moses can come out of the valley
Waiting for tomorrow
Waiting for another tomorrow
That will come without the desired change.
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