On Jamaican Debt: (10) Poems (Poem 3) Poem by Poetical Analysis

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There upon some vibrant dawn


The violent battle of two ethos rivets the cosmos


The heavens seem to be engulfed in flames


Consumed by the smoke of genocided ancestors


Just a mere stone’s throw away from where I was born


Upon the very flesh of Jah torn & tattered all about


I am Jah!


And you are not a monarch


You are a terrorist cell, against all humanity


We owe you nothing!


No one owes you


ANYTHING


Be Still! ! ! 3/13/15