mark anthony st. rose
Ghandi - Poem by mark anthony st. rose
Shall I sit like Ghandi,
and react non-violently
to the violence that tears
at my soul, my body, my race.
Must I continue to face,
the bullets that leave fingers
and nominates the dead
to be leaders of the dead.
Where coffin covers the land,
and values sink like the sand.
And love an expired commodity
found in arid hearts,
but beaten still by an incessant rain
of self-hate and others.
So then like a yogi would I now sit
to meditate, masturbate and ejaculate the hate,
so that I …
I can be like Ghandi.
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