Sludge and Mud stifles the hands from breathing.
They need to be cleansed by waters meeting
Upon that chalice of cream-covered coldness,
Where technology and nature boil as one.
The neat nurtured, sleek squares brazed by boldness.
A collision of centuries rise to a hum.
The rigidity, a ruthless repulsion
As race and rights are feared. Hopes for seclusion
Appear to smite and destroy in sake of Power…God.
Slavery. Is situated in the Heart
Of man. Massacre is beckoned to the Brain
As man rages signalling death with a nod.
The black unknown verses the holy light.
Which one to choose? The universal fight
Which continually endures. Ying verses
Yang an age old symbol conveyed through tiling.
One will dominate as it rehearses
Its role, conquering the other – crying.
There is always a victim that suffers.
As the Black Essence cascades down Brothers,
Whose stench utters festering breath from death.
No longer does Love and blood live in the Heart
Of man. Closes. Thought closes in the Brain
As man enters a journey. The final test.
Blackness of death, men wear Black suits
At funerals. We suffer decaying fruits
Of sorrow and sadness. Those who arrive smell
Of the bleak bleach, disinfected infection,
The corpse, decrepit hospitalised in hell.
As God and the World spit back bile, Rejection.
Baptised by the silver lace caressin’
Silkily Sludge and Mud and Blood and Sin.
Staring at the conflict of the floor my Heart
Beats. And I wander and ponder my depart
From this land. Where
we collide and the Brain,
Closes. Silent. Black and White, Who is to blame?
