Three and...
In waiting while at work
I see them, both black and fury.
As always
Down spine roll my thoughts
Once again Harlem comes into mind.
I recall the books read
Once, twice and again and again.
That is when I see third on wire
Tight roping and this one is grey
Racism with frozen brain.
I see third enforcing leadership
"This is my area, go to hell! "
One of firsts runs away.
Phone signals
Order comes to go get the Tikka.
Instructs Android, I drive my Mazda
The need for daily bread interrupts
The vision and the thoughts that are cut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem