Friday, 21 January 2011

it burns inside

I cling
to hope
it burns inside
boiling and churning
changing the colour of skin
black and white
brown and yellow
mullato diaspora
and a new kind 
of family and friends
and not so certain
the opiate of drugs
belong to any kith or kin
and all I ask for 
since there is no end
and as if I knew when
was the beginning
is premordial peace
and unpretentious love
just give me a handshake
a smile to be a bonus
and I shall walk 
with you
till the end of our time
we are indeed
our future.

Leonard Dabydeen

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