Those of birds, each looking to rule the land,
The parrot lengthening its mouth as it measures its wings,
The limitless guns run out of powder, as they increase,
The ladies crying as they laugh and dance,
The memories increasing each day, as days pass in and out,
The same parrots laughing behind the curtain, as they cry,
The flowers bearing ignorance, as they increase,
The moon showing its wrath upon them,
The sun blessing them with light, while they are in darkness,
The girls married to monkeys that they don’t belong to,
The earth shivering, as the Red Sea explodes into petals,
The lions running, as they are hunted,
The mother swallowing her own son,
The baby breast-fed with blood that he sucks as milk.
by Abdulkadir Mohamed
(In response to I hear America singing by Walt Whitman)
by Abdulkadir Mohamed
(In response to I hear America singing by Walt Whitman)
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