Talking With Basket

Hey Basket
I'm hearing what you say Just trust me
I'm looking your way

Malawian man
From the land
of Mozambique
But 49 years
seems so long
Ago and so weak
The rains no come
Land dries up
The well fell in
Two ladies died
And now all my
Friends from the
ngororombe group died
One by one
Just passing on by
And yet desparate as he is
Only nsima to fill
His family's stomach
And loyalties to
Both love and land
But the offers still there
Please come and share
And share goodwill
Before the rains stopped
We could eat and live well
But now the skies are clear
And beggars we became

Hey Basket
I'm hearing what you say
Just trust me
I'm looking your way

So he finds
In his earthen house
A set of tubes
Whails and cries
Blows and recalls
His old friends past
And how they didn't
Have the energy to take
United Nations
Maize meal handouts
And I cry

Hey Basket I'm hearing what you say
Just trust me
I'm looking your way

So I leave
And give to him
The equivalent of
A years pay
He praises the gods
A tear in his eye
Shaking feebly
And my hand too
Brothers of God Pan
Our smiles know
And say

Hey Basket..................