Rebellious 

I want to dream about friendship 

Without limit faced with that truncated 

By the saws of interests and the dark corners of these theatrical hearts

Chameleons treacherous, dressed in false pretenses 

They wander at the top of the ladder yet 

And slyly demolish “the little people” 

Summing them to be silent on their manigance.

I want to dream about justice 

Face to that masked by many artifices of nobility of courtyard

Entangled in the folds of false speeches 

Woodcutters rampant in the forest of words 

They prune without concern for the rising sap 

The inner riches of a screaming life 

A recognition of what makes one’s self.

I want to dream simply about everyday life 

Life unhindered and smoothly 

And not to survival 

That makes us this horrible machine of the species called “human”.


ADAMA KONATE

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