Radiation Will Be The Judge To Which You Will Testify

Institutionalized Descrimination

I can see their eyes, wide open to the blinding audacity,
of hope,
I can see their hands, cracked, brittle, bleeding from the
toils in fields of soil,
I can see their faces, stained with the soil that litters the floor, sweat drowning their brows,
dark death prowls at the end of the plow
I can see the compunction, radiating from the slouched posture of these creatures, stenches floating to noses,
the flurry of pain has just begun
I laugh at the epitaph,
wasted words on a wasted existence,
lighting fires where lakes used to lie
ripping fingernails from the hands of slaves
an unjust farmer, sowing seeds of sour disposition
Now they are laying in the parched field,
bodies stiffer than starch, to death they yield,
no longer succombing to your hapless zeal

One response

  1. aporia24

    It’s really good.

    January 29, 2008 at 8:54 pm

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