look what emerges from black mountains!
God help us all – the army marches
toward the town, big boots breaking
hard winter ground, a sound
so horrible we clasp our ears
our worst fears coming alive –
they call these men “peacekeepers,”
& i scoff – they don’t want peace,
but to tear us to pieces
bloody bits splattered on cabin walls
the end of our lives for sure,
we’re sure when the first machine gun
rattles like a diseased lung
we’ll melt into the red earth
(Photo by Beat Schuler on Unsplash)
Thank you for helping me escape from the nightmare –
I thought I’d never be free from the cold cell in my mind,
where the warden stood silent outside – where yellow-eyed
rats scurried from dark corners and ate my supper – where
every day was a dark winter’s afternoon, and drifts of cold air
blew through barred windows, and I shivered in rags on the
dirt floor. Thank you: I have my freedom now, and I will march
the city streets, demanding freedom for the others, the ones
also imprisoned by the nightmare.
(Photo by Ashim D’Silva on Unsplash)
