Hail griots, may you eyes hear—
The children—through the pen
Of agirlandhertypewriter—crying out
Seeking the divine wisdom and guidance
Of the elders and those with the enlightening
Gifts thereof—to flow from the cistern
Of those yet to pour out the guiding word
Given to you—Griots of the word.
(N.B./P.S.: Not to me/us; to her)
Be guided by those who have already poured.
Peace, Love, and Unity in the Poetic Village.
(P.S./N.B.: Not to me/us; to the navels)