First they cut off our tongues, breaking a people from native language. Next they stole our drums. Warrior hands with no rhythm to run…attempts to dissipate a captured people, the spinal column that build an economic base for the developing colonies. Thus was the birth of the nation state.
Borders militarized, ghettos red-lined, iron bars, strong backs carrying generational curses called scars.
The fight continues; a battle of body soul and mind.
Reflection and Response