Greed Man On Tv
By Zandile Carol
Back home
Truth is nailed to the wall
Voices torn from freedom
Even the saliva misses the taste of the tongue floating on these concealed stories
False teeth nibble poison to limit history
Jaws hanging careless keeping the tongue warm
Soldiers giggle on corridors
With Voices louder than a gun inside a woman’s mouth
Prisoners farm their skin remains,
To hide their land stained with taxis
Paying road trip for children with soft hands to farm their own riches
The system, a crime
Black man, a prisoner of mind
Feasting his brothers innocence for power
He says to his people “Black lives matter”
While scavenging on their riches….
(Last week My grandfather came back from war
He drinks coffee with a teaspoon facing south
Sunbathing, hoping to grow back his lower lip with the rays
He howls at every fly playing around him
Teasing the mute sounds of bombs alarming his eardrums
His eyelids always pin up when he tries to take a nap
And the Greedy man on tv still yells “Black lives matter”)
Outside
Black is an expensive taste, a suburb with high walls, thick anger, thin patience, frustrated voice, hard hands
Muscline woman , proud kids on poor land.
We cant afford ourselves
We are weak soldiers forced at war –
Against ourselves too
We are, never trust a black man he might has a gun somewhere
Where?
In his mouth.
Again, how is he dangerous?
He lives
So?
SHOOT
