The Tourist Dollar - A SLP and UWP Story
by Stephen A. Dantes
I fight the battles of men
in the shoes of a boy walking
in the shadows of ancestors
who saw not this future
Gravestone-honour
lost to babies born from bastard children
singing in slave shacks and sugar fields.
Whips crack open the same spots;
Ageless.
The same lots offered to the same shades
and then forced to be laid upon;
Timeless.
Navel-strings find no roots,
beaches reject bones;
Birthrights sold to the same shades.
Voices become
as is,
and was,
but shouldn’t.
Birthrights lost to the same shades
for the same reasons
in the same seasons;
Treasonous.
When descendants of the reparatory rite see no Pigeons to Point to
The Workers’ Labour - painful and brute -
shall be colourful;
Genetic extinction.
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