Àwọn Àmì-ìwé Tí A Fẹ̀

Daddy, why is Mommy hangin’ from a tree? the torture chambers of our minds collide hide disguise the plight of freedom of might… she called out my name in Tienamien Square and I tried not to listen. I saw his mother raped in Burma… and all I could do was vomit the disgust, the anger, the rage, the fear… my weak body felt numb… where to turn, where to run… a peace accord was signed in Guatemala with blood dripping from torture chambers, of the disappeared, pleas for peace. a piece of savagery