BITTER TONGUE

Let’s walk between the cracks of life’s empty face
Perhaps we can trade shoes that treaded upon funeral orchards
And laugh at every tear that crashed upon grumbling earth
In hope that milk teeth will masticate hard bones of yesterday’s carcass

Let’s walk over these bitter tongues where blood and sweat
Quenched thirst of spectators bruised by morals decaying
Where egg voices are vexed by claws pinning the sounds hanging
On vast ceiling minds

Let’s walk through chalk boards that choke our children’s mental cloak
So we can dream- rewind clocks that deemed us slaves to this path that was not our own
May be our great grand children will learn to fight and not be hunted
May be then Africans will not be lab rats to greedy pharmaceutical companies

Let’s tip toe on these blocks of systems lest we get burnt
Let’s hold the spear with one hand and with the other the shield
Let’s sing out loud till our voices shake the skies
Let’s hold each other for even through storms we shall prevail