In Black Brothers Boulevard
Odering valiants like puppets
enunciating in rebelasian diction
comprehensible to the simpleton ad the knowledgeable.
None of them objected his whims
neither were ideas formed.
All, subjected under his inclination.
In oblivion power drunken fools
eyes red like wild wild berries
dances to sepocals thump
reducing to little line black brothers boulevard
Our mothers childrens hand
could not journey to the mouth
for they might be cut down
under the wrath of nagging guns
globules evaporating from our physiognomic creeks
flesh hanging on our bones like filthy rags on a bamboo lawn
eyes propping out of their landmarks.
The vultures silent payer
gratified in daylight
Why? why do people kill people?
Why? aren't arms masters to themselves?
We master them
lets harm the arms.