Forty Acres and a Mule

Mu-ngang

27 Victims Men of women, women of men Majorities of minorities Humans of animals Of ideas and policies Of partners and politricians Of phobias and –isms Holding us down and out Like the long night of haunted dreams Of a day that will not dawn Must be our Past, our Present? Dreaded hydra-monster of a System? Maybe our future? Ready our mitts This brand New Class To catch and pass the buck Mu-ngang For what you did and can do Omnipotent and present you That they may remember You’re but a double-edged spear At the mercy of the hunter We didn’t summon, when we could Omnipotent and present you To smite and smash the witch 28 The fault’s in we when we’ve used you To smite and smash kin and kith Stoic is the faith Rich is the pain For harvests, in vain Note: mu-ngang – medicine/magical powers; medicine-man with some capacity to interact beyond the human world The Captive Caught betwixt and between In a state of a double man Seeks in vain the balance Between cannons of silver-gilt savagery and imbecile servitude Wants independence, To find his identity Casts it yonder, Accepts dependence East of West for him? Is home indeed, the best? Could the monkey be right? Is it home everywhere? Does goodness makes its home Outside? Does the sun rise in the north and set in the south? Is the grass green on the other side? Must he look north with its blinding rays? Or south with its crippling darkness? ...