Remote African country
Deserted from the world
Sufficient microcosm
Of a forgotten planet
Plagued by the curses —
famine, fire, flood

Yet, the people were resilient
Saw things in a different light
Despite the curses —
an unspoiled landscape remained
Not every kingdom needs a king
A simple man can lead his people

Local custom to appease the gods
Sacrificial; no matter how elusive
Listen to the pounding tribal drums
Rhythmically; vicariously
Summon the strength —
to put faith into someone else’s hands

Rejoice in the gifts bestowed
Know they arrive with intent
Behind every curse
Is a blessing in disguise
It takes courage to believe
And defiance to keep going…

A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 11-18-20

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