in bits and pieces broken
dismembered bird doorway to oblivion
coming undone charred commuters dreams come to a screeching halt
young tubers cut down before harvest.
aborted destinies at sunrise a mother’s agony deeper than the pangs of birth
wells of unending tears testimonials of a nation’s sordid conscience
show me the men’s souls not sold
where are the hearts not deep in mire
sound the gong gather the marching women
unveil the masquerade of iniquity
let her dance naked in the market square
let pilferers be striped
