Let them shoot me
with bullets of pain and negligence
narrowing my existence
to one mined thorny path.   

Let them kill me
with their hatred gaze
looking down at the story
my language and my skin tell.

Let them bury me
in the same exploited ground
where they covered my ancestors
in mud and oblivion.   

Let them
for their fear prevents them from seeing
that today’s burning bodies
of my people
fertilize the soil of our tomorrows.