reduced to mere skeletons
with eyes that only see
misery
hatred
and murder
our own feces a mattress
our hollow heads
far softer than the
bellow of the whips
that beat us through
centuries across the water
and forced us into
the land of
freedom
and justice
and the wretched opportunity
to scrub toilets
polish shoes
wash the shit out
of white babies diapers
point the guns at
the heads of our brothers
and sisters
to kill them
to relieve them
from this slavery
and the disease
of being
farmers without land
lost with the message
of the drummer
with no hands
to guide the blind
a terrible nightmare
a surrealistic painting
moving dead men
locked in cities
and crowded subways
gathered in ghettos
looted by politicians
looted by powerlessness
and unanswered questions
left to die
benignly neglected
yet
becoming
the fertilizer of the land
incorporated and absorbed
in jails
and broken homes
harvest for the
policeman
on his night-watch
entertainment
for the
masses
on the 6 o'clock
news report....
