Working in heat
mean enough
to make grass snarl
and boulders ring,
I sometimes
imagined I could not
go on. Ridiculous:
I was as far from
the tortuous labor
slaves endured
for centuries as
I was from Neptune.
Their agony is
immured, is of
the bricks forming
the foundation
of this White Supremacist
monolith now adorned
at the top by
a bloated, cadaverous
cad, multiply evil.
Our task is
to wear down
White Supremacy
and wash away
the dust and grit
the project leaves,
please.
hans ostrom 2017
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Yea, its our task. Hans this is a super poem. A perfect description of what some of us do. Thanks for sharing