Night has plunged
my sky so terrifying,
fractured into infernos
of fear, dread so deep
my freedom shivers,
it waits for the chains,
again,
to scrape and bleed
my wrists raw,
my voice screams
even as white-hot
bullets tear through
vocal cords, to force
my silence, my compliance,
I will not.
I WILL NOT!
Silence was enforced
as manifest destiny
as Native People died
for gold, land, conquest.
Minds were colonized
as White-Man’s-Burden
to ensure the status quo
at the cost of culture,
of language.
Lives were lost
in Selma
by southern white devils
demanding racist-policies,
revenge against a King,
an X, a Chavez.
Night has plunged
my earth into sorrow
so full, the oceans
turn emerald, jade, olive,
in sweet aspiration,
we drown,
gasp for the reasons
this horrid jester
rapes us, kills us,
laughs at our folly.
We MUST light
this night,
dispel its death
upon the sky, the ground,
the air we all breathe.
Embrace dissent,
fracture the jester’s
smile, pour
the soul of justice
down its throat!
…fight.
…Fight!
FIGHT!
We will not be
silenced!
ever. again.
by
Rod Carlos Rodriguez