LKJ is simply amazing !
I was wondering from who he stole this poem from.
Best poet ever
Just wonderful, thanks, God CREATOR bless you!
The vibes is right! So wonderful reggae
Hayi heyi umyalezo uyavakala futhi uya khuthaza. Viva forces of victory
Incisive poet of Reggae, deep antifascist fighter… Wonderful, one of your best…
What album is this song… sorry *masterpiece from ?
merci linton trente année que je te écoute que du bon
Who are these 5 Assholes that disliked this? Sixth repetition. This is genius!
ABSOLUTE GENIUS! I walk slowly in the wind. I walk because i cannot crawl or fly!
Yes I keep da FIRE BURNING I WAS WONDERING IF I CAN FIND MYSELF
I was wondering if I could shape this passionJust as I wanted in solid fire.I was wondering if the strange combustion of my daysThe tension of the world inside of meAnd the strength of my heart were enough.I was wondering if I could stand as tall,While the tide of the sea rose and fell.If the sky would recede as I went,Or the earth would emerge as I cameTo the door of the morning, locked against the sun.
I was wondering if I could make myselfNothing but fire, pure and incorruptible.The wound of the wind on my faceWould be healed by the work of my lifeOr the growth of the pain in my sleepWould be stopped in the strife of my days.
I am wondering if the agony of yearsCould be traced to the seed of an hour.If the roots that spread out in the swampRan too deep for the issuing flower.I was wondering if I could find myselfAll that I am in all that I could be.If all the population of starsWould be less than the things I could utterAnd the challenge of space in my soulBe filled by the shape I become.
I walk slowly in the wind,Watching myself in things I did not make;In jumping shadows and in limping cripplesDust on earth and houses tight with sicknessDeep constant pain, the dream without sleep.
I walk slowly in the wind,Hearing myself in the loneliness of a childIn woman's grief, which is not understoodIn coughing dogs when midnight lingers longOn stones, on streets and then on echoing stars,That burn all night and suddenly go out.
I walk slowly in the windKnowing myself in every moving thingIn years and days and words that mean so muchStrong hands that shake, long roads that walk And deeds that do themselves.And all this world and all these lives to live.
I walk slowly in the wind,Remembering scorn and naked men in darknessAnd huts of iron rivetted to earth.Cold huts of iron stand upon this earthLike rusting prisonsEach is well marked and each wide roof is spreadLike some dark wingCasting a shadow or living a curse.
I walk slowly in the windTo lifted sunset red and gold and dimA long brown river slanting to an oceanA fishing boat, a man who cannot drown.
I walk slowly in the windAnd birds are swift, the sky is blue like silk.From the big sweeping ocean of waterAn iron ship rusted and brown achors itself.And the long river runs like a snakeSilent and smooth.
I walk slowly in the wind.I hear my footsteps echoing down the tideEchoing like a wave on the sand or a wing on the windEchoing echoingA voice in the soul, a laugh in the funny silence.
I walk slowly in the wind I walk because I cannot crawl or fly.
1of a kind LKJ
The man is just….One of A kind..yeah Man :)!
So deep its scary. Beautiful imagery.
Lyricaly Genius….live up forever more LKJ
Chant down babylon
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