The Black Lives Matter Sign Poem by Atef Ayadi

where i live,
citizens
of all sexes and gender
(the majority are white,
including the
one who came
recently
from canada
with a gray t-shirt
with a bear butte logo
or design...)
ironically stick
a logo of
'black lives matter'
in their front yards.
do black lives really matter
to these white folks?
or it is just a real estate make up,
or make over?
as to say, it is safe to live here,
but you must be white.
i have nothing
against that,
except,
baby boomers'
policies are the same
colonial continuation, and 'self-created' expansionism;
except,
this time
it comes packaged with a smile.
as to the word 'packaged, '
just remember jeff and elon musk.
the two brothers
who invented
a cloud of scrap metals;
a junkyard in the space.
for what?
control!
why?
because their
motherly and fatherly
templates are fucked up in some sort.
the good news,
they are not the only
ones.
the bad news,
civilization is hell.
now, one has to catch up with
and figure out, in the darkness,
what,
when,
and where paradise is.
surely,
paradise is not
a place where logos flourish,
tax cuts expand, and banks are
zeus like gods.

what i meant,
get out and get away of the
vocabularies, and the colonial semantic.
it is like becoming less roman
and more humble, earthy,
eco-friendly jesus.
see, no one needs to worship
any thing.
just become what one wants to be.
except,
'to be' is an experience in the now.
(nothing left to learn or to memorize,
idolize, and do some vacuum cleaning...)
plus i am still
convinced, that
the next homo-more-sapiens
may appear from africa or possibly
from the south.
no wonder, the europeans are
still insisting on land walls,
sea walls, sky walls, and robust
financial sanctions and control over africa
and the south including australia, new zealand, and any south pacific or atlantic islands.