Do not dare…

Always
I will have more rights than you
the air must land on my lungs first
the land must caress my feet with its dust….
my dust, to be fully understood… first
you….you with your height equally to the worm’s
you’ll stick your destiny to my boots’ sole
and let me tell you
I will totally enjoy crushing entire nations into my jaws
Do not dare ask me why
Do not dare cry
Do not dare shade this land
Eat your tear cause you lost
You’ve just became my compost
Always
stay put when I cross the street,
The river that once flooded your grains
it is now tamed to ruin your roots
your land no longer exist
therefore
Do not dare ask me why
Do not dare cry
Do not dare shade this land
Eat your tear cause you lost
You’ve just became my compost

4 thoughts on “Do not dare…

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” Do not dare “, in my opinion as a performance poetry promoter, would really make an excellent performance poem in front of a live audience. That said,the narrative voice of this poem reminded me of Sigourney Weaver’s character Ripley in the Alien movies.And had the British warrior Queen Boudica ever taken time off from leading her people in their fight against the Romans,she might well have composed poetry in an altogether not dissimilar vein.

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