Let Me See Poem by Mustafa Marconi

Let Me See



Let me see the spot
Where the elders crossed
Guided by the North Star
Longing for better days
Their scarred bodies desperately evading
Any form of human detection
Risking life and limb
Without any guarantees
That prospects would be different
Carrying all their worldly goods
In burlap sacks filled with holes
In the pitch of night
They briefly stop for a quick meal
Eyes and ears on constant alert
And hearts racing one hundred miles an hour
Let me see the spot
Where the many crossed, headed north
Guided by blind faith
Longing for peace
Their scarred psyches
Afraid of everything and everybody
Yet naively trusting of everyone
Risking the lash of their masters
Or even death
Without any guarantees
That circumstances would get any better
Carrying the mental and psychological shackles
That will burden them for the next two hundred years
In the pitch of night
They briefly stop for a quick moment of rest
Eyes and ears permanently damages
And hearts racing one hundred miles an hour
Let me see the spot
Where slaves were forced to labor
Guided by the threat of violence
Longing for their freedom
Their sweaty bodies desperately evading
Rattlers and Cottonmouths
Risking life and limb
Without any guarantees
That tomorrow would be any better
Carrying in their weary minds
Memories of our motherland
In the pitch of night
They briefly pray for deliverance
Eyes and ears aware and attentive
And hearts despondent and heavy
Let me see the spot
Where we began to disregard
The suffering and pain of our predecessors
Misguided by a subtle tale
That our “holocaust” is far behind us
Our spoiled and gutless bodies
Desperately evading any form of human rebellion
Content to raising our future in front of our flatscreens
Reinforcing all the lies and all the distortions
Who are we to forget?
Who are we to disengage?
Storing all our earthly treasures
In comfortable surroundings full of holes
In the pitch of night
We briefly stop
For fast foods, fast sex, and fast living
Eyes and ears blind and deaf
And hearts consumed by fear
Let me see the spot
Where we honor our elders
And begin to make a change

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Mustafa Marconi

Mustafa Marconi

New York, New York
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