Sunday, 19 June 2016

Black, a dark poem.


    Black
as black
as a night
as a licorice
as your soul
as dried blood
as scorched earth
as a collar of a shirt
as the edges of  nails
as the sole of a booth
    that walks over you
as the inside of a bomb
as the flag of the us of a
as the beard of a woman
as hunger in North-Korea
    and Yemen and Tigray or
as murder for an empty creed
as coalminers pneumoconiocis
as the edge of a mourning card
as children's play on the Westbank
as an orthodoxe woman denied divorce
as every female genital mutilation    
     and any other kind of rape  
as the flam of any politician
as a tire that is snapped
as the devil in his hell
as an all white school
as a midnight mango
as blackboard black
as murder in Oslo
as a TV that’s off
as black as
     Black


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