Microphone Over Violence Poem by Brian Mawadri

Prefer pen, reams over fists and AK47s.
Fatal scenes of mob justice, cleared
the path to the quiet cemetery.
And sent wails through the dreary nights;
Change is blackberry sweet,
ask Ugandans of ‘16!
Often soar, if you mud the liberator's
pair of leather.

Noble is the blue-print!
But even death, sniffs out a new born's quiet breaths.
Ink your rage, in bleeding poems.
Stand-still like a monument,
when uniformed dogs charge.
Towards your eaves!