Saturday, September 15, 2007

The Cry of a Migrant Seagull

A little black child
Darkish disheveled
In one corner stands
An American toy
Barbie doll in her hand
Racism unborn
She won’t understand
White faces
White Thoughts
White hope
That sepia skinned man yearns
for their lands
Leaving behind his own
His Mother country
Where he was born to misery
In urban blood curdling
Wastelands
El Dorado he seeks
In western badlands
His Karma his Dharma
Entwined to fortune
that his migratory destiny
Misunderstands
Constricting his soul
While his body expands
Footprints being squeezed
Into abysmal quick sands
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