poet adedara
Dec 9, 2010
Poetry / LAMENTATION OF OUR BRAIN [2]
We lived,our belongings rest their bosom.ours is black,snow thy brain,thy talent rest beneath the grave. Our endowments pine of egocentric autocratic ruffians. We requite purge tyrant for surfiet shrinking national gory. Our sage peevish with shackles.They came,exploited and went. Leaving rotten meat with microwave their land. They press homewards with key belonging us. How doors do open? By serving or strength? Why preferring former to latter? Why room for interim intelligence to infirm own fixed inbuilt gift nature bestowed? Let's forbear their feign and stunt now. Blacks,our time rouse!
We lived,our belongings rest their bosom.ours is black,snow thy brain,thy talent rest beneath the grave. Our endowments pine of egocentric autocratic ruffians. We requite purge tyrant for surfiet shrinking national gory. Our sage peevish with shackles.They came,exploited and went. Leaving rotten meat with microwave their land. They press homewards with key belonging us. How doors do open? By serving or strength? Why preferring former to latter? Why room for interim intelligence to infirm own fixed inbuilt gift nature bestowed? Let's forbear their feign and stunt now. Blacks,our time rouse!
