We hide in shadows, under the
wings of a peacock.
How interesting it’s to value
nothing, even ourselves.
The colour, silhouette, fades before
our very eyes; like the dying flame of
a candle.
As we walk, work with mixed faces
on the wall of peafowls,
a phrase stares at us, stirs our
peace; reminds
us of the colour we wear
“Black monkies，descendants of
ape.”
when we reflect our locus on the
mirror,
we imagine a tulip shedding
petals in disgust,
a drone bringing pollen to a rose-
bush.
The freer we become, more imprisoned
we’re.
We drink vinegar as breakfast,
receive whips for dinner.
No free bird leaps on the back of
black
and dares to claim the sky.
It can only see through its bars
of rage
with the pinprick of a riffle
inert.
In this hoosegow we are gulping
air void of hope for a coon’s age.
With clipped wings, tied feet,
we open the throat to chant a trill,
a lyric of solidarity.
Freedom！Freedom！！ Freedom！！！
We wish that this quaver ascended
the alps
like echoes of victory in battle .
Hope it shan’t end in a bad
schmaltz？
We stand in the grave of dreams
with umbrae that ululates in a nightmare
stream,
shuttles in a tossing loom of history.
The blackship , a baddie on the
books beguiles.
They sail through thrashing flames
towards Africa’s lucent,
behold, a hord of mockers ashore
with crunching coins for exchange.
Hope melts apace, a voyage onto
death.
living looks with human eyes like
suffering accuse us,
whose hatred reaches through the
swill of dark to strike us like
the leper’s claw.
The earth dies for social injustice.
The truth although bitter, i must
tell.
Nazi, you may write me down in history
with your bitter, twisted lies,
you may tread me in the mire;
but still, in the very sludge,
like dust i’ll rise.
