Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Rhythm of Life



They say we dance out of style
Their coventions are nothing but lies
How much bile do they rile
Creating wounds by the mile

The simple choices of conclusion
The hidebound prisons of tradition
Their position is always classic
Yours barbaric
Asking me to stop being theatric

They shout integration
Purpose subjugation
They preach tolerance
Disdain your relevance
Shout for justice in protestation
Continue life in discretional deportation





I sweat out the ice
Eating my Okra with chilies and spice

2 comments:

ijakadi said...

Great Poem ! Flowing and Aticulate

the flying monkeys said...

I salute you