Migrants
I heard
Migrants takin over
And black community is being pushed out…
Is that true?
Should I google?
After all,
America doesn’t give a fuck
About black people….
Let’s keep it above…
They only let migrants come
Over here
Cos white people in this country needs to
Survive….they’re goin back to minority
Though they been in that minority status the whole time….
Migrants
Came over
Took over
In high schools
Bus loads of them
I understand there are war zones
In their countries
Why can y’all build shelters for them?
Why are y’all givin money away to war
When you got homeless people livin in the streets
I heard America doesn’t take care of American people….
Is it a fact?
You said this country is rich and free
But you got homeless people in the cold
You got bodies pilin up
So much dirt
It’s another reason why I don’t pledge to the flag….
Why would I?
💯✊🏿©️ Kai C. 2-17-24
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IN THE SMALL HOURS
by Wole Soyinka
Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes,
Dims the cave of mirrors.
Ghost fingers
Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
Of marooned mariners, captives
Of Circe's sultry notes.
The barman
Dispenses igneous potions ?
Somnabulist, the band plays on.
Cocktail mixer, silvery fish
Dances for limpet clients.
Applause is steeped in lassitude,
Tangled in webs of lovers' whispers
And artful eyelash of the androgynous.
The hovering notes caress the night
Mellowed deep indigo ?still they play.
Departures linger.
Absences do not
Deplete the tavern.
They hang over the haze
As exhalations from receded shores.
Soon,
Night repossesses the silence, but till dawn
The notes hold sway, smoky
Epiphanies, possessive of the hours.
This music's plaint forgives, redeems
The deafness of the world.
Night turns
Homewards, sheathed in notes of solace, pleats
The broken silence of the heart.