In the heat of the global Black Lives Matter demonstrations, this chapbook is a collection of poems with themes about BLM, freedom, time and destiny, along with selected Haiku.
From the book:
ACROSS THE RIFT
We constantly try to go across the rift
If only we'll get accepted by the hand
Our land is green but still we leave
Moving over to find greener pasture
If there were no airplanes to convey
Some will still go across on bare feet
To a place the mind paints as better
Risking many days of life in a desert
Across the rift are different lives in time
Many have gone through brutality of man
Through years of war in a bid to claim power
Many have drank blood as wine when thirsty
The rift is always left open by the owners
For the unwanted to be thrown in on arrival
Some are left to be taken to the gallows
Many sent back and their minds gets shallow
Why go through the stress of never being accepted;
We are all free in the land of our births
We should all be free even when on tour
We all do receive visitors from across
Time spent during flight or even by road
Through the sun of the day or moon by night
Through different cultures, myths and tales
Across the rift there is joy, laughter, wealth
Created by humans with proper thinking
We all got individual portions on earth
Why leave yours and go for another's
I'll till until the seeds I plant begins to grow
And makes my part of the rift beautiful
This may take many years, I stay positive
With hopes that someday my land will be green;
Across the rift are many nations with flags
I've got my flag pinned up in my heart
I'll keep my colors flying wherever I go
Cause it's the land of my birth and freedom
