Dark clouds above , the news reel screams
Rat - tat - tat ; street music bursting flesh
The precipice looms , deep end in sight !
Is this the beginning - or is this the end ?
The rug is turned up , here and there
Docile skeletons rise to the occasion -
Dressed to kill - all game is fair ? Spill the ketchup.
At the cross - roads of memories repressed we stand.
Beneath our feet the bile of years simmer anew
The cup of hate , that hate begot no longer can
Hold the brim - it was just a matter of time.
How did we get here ? The mirror inquires !
His Story - is froth with glorious tales
Of valor and conquest - unfarthom greed.
My Story - dimmed by conquistadores
Who dread my pedigree and righteous stance.
Where fear , distrust and brutishness roost
Peace , love and rose bushes seldom take root
Humanity is the same regardless of hue.
Enough is enough; we all want to live !
By Hope Kalé Ewusi ©
