I know why they sing
moving mountains
climbing
to wail to you
their misery
I know why they sing
when late night
dusk brings
tears,
every hour
you realize you
are not welcome
here,
you are stateless
fleeing
a home that
never was

into arms that
never wanted you


I know why they sing

I know it too well.

I was waiting for someone

who?

I do not remember.

suffering and sorrow
are the branches
of your shade

my tears
of pagodas
reached you
well my lord

the roots
are deep

I do not fear the wind.

here where
you found me

when I was still
young
younger still
and knew nothing

if i’m not changing the world
am I truly  changing
if i’m not
catching the last
train to my youth
am I
the same as the
people buried in
my veins

things that
are only seen by me

messages  
i wrote in my
youth
were
the ones
littered with tears

the girl in me
that never leaves


the girl in me
that still believes
I could do
something more
than feel the
small hands of the rain
pouring
golden light
into the spaces
that never fade

life when i was young
there was always
someone to pick me
up in sleep

a world worth change
even now when
it looks at me
as if i was not the
child i was
but
someone who is
yet to be filled with
the hatred of
other people,

I never learnt it from
my parents
the braids in my
hair undoing themselves  


work to work
for your right
to buy
buy for your right
to die,

religions
and dictators

i never dreamt of
anything but
happiness when
i was young

what am i to
do with the hate
that is taught?
when
life was young
and i saw
never the colour
of my creed
the words
never
whispered

no one
told me the good old
days when
genocide was publicly
committed  
were the good old days

who was supposed to
tell the mockingbird
that she was
to be killed

it was never taught to me.

I am  
the soul
travelling a mortal
dimension
not permanent
no
god just
her and I

just her

and the world
that keeps me away from her


a world coloured
in the blood of her
terrible horizons


when I was young
and I had yet to
know
the cruelty of
other people.

I am the last lie
of the fallen
empire,
I am the
repetition
happening again
30 years between;
talk before
and talk again
born in the cold
and anger of man
against man;
if your nationalism
craves blood
than crave the
kingdom that
destroyed the
sunlight of others;
oh lord
oh lord
the world is
drenched in the
sunlight of your
hatred
the sunlight
of your
hatred.

I dreamed you
in a dream
a thousand years
ago
when we lay in
the grass,
and you got
up and left
looking
over at the
spot you lay
noticing
how the
bed you had
made
had yet to
take
any other
form

-something
deep in me
ached,
I cried myself
awake.

in the summer
the peaches were
ripe,
yet no one
ate them
yet no
one noticed

the degeneracy
became Marxism

and when
the hatred got
too much
I turned it off
and cried
to sleep

when the walls
of the cities
rattled
when
the crying reached
heaven
god
yet too pretended
not to see

it was politicized
it was hated
it was the screaming
of the 15th century

the batons
not doing any wrong
we never counted
the wrongs
of the uniformed
republic

we published
in our minds
that all
criminals
deserve to die

you only got shot
because you ran

it was not the redline
the corruption
the violence
the lobbyists
the right
to shoot
the ghettos
that never
received
funding going
directly into
violent
protecting
what was the
word,
supremacy,
the military
complex
infecting
societal control
investing
the police
arresting
young
youth
protesting
the media
detesting
the comments
protesting
again against
the protest
rather than believing
yes its 18/50
from a survey result
never double checking
posting
propaganda
voting for
rapists
saying save the
children
but when the children
are being shot
they shouldn't dare
to fight back

let us change that

no

we don't want to hear
it,
we fight back
to chain
to change
to politicize
a movement
tie down
our morality to
political
ideology

there is a place
between
you and I

I will meet you there.