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.
for their fear prevents them from seeing
that today’s burning bodies
of my people
fertilize the soil of our tomorrows.
Powerful poem! Every bit of it stings in the way it should. Especially love the second stanza! Thank you for writing this!
And thank you for taking the time to read it, Philip. 🙂