Roads of your looks have no end, but
Your eye are not birds which migrated to other lands.
If you lift your eyes, the whole street rises to the skies,
if you drop them, the street drops to the earth, Friend fix your sight
to a star and march forward
Do not curb those muscles which are
Galloping wild horses with frothing mouths; that
Power alone, which slumbers in your swarthy
Hands shall protect you, the raw power of
The primordial Gorilla.
Their God fled away from the temple to
Wednesday, March 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: revolutionary,sacrifice