Ferguson will roll
until we turn
the volume down
and have no need to seek
concussions in the street.
Now we joust
to prove that black
and white are different.
The twain must meet
for years in bed until
so many cocoa
are conceived we
drop our weapons
and no longer seek
concussions in the street.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem