Solving Problems Poem by Leonard Dabydeen
Solving Problems
Wake up this morning
listening
for birds to twitter
I hear the cacophony of guns
and the cry of anger
and rich expletives
bellowing from the bowels of hate
and the whack of batons
thumping flesh
fumigating in blood
I lift my arms not with glee
but to gyrate in protest
a street fighter
with bricks and stones
catapulting to break some bones
a dance forever
for the revolution.
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