behind the image and visions

All I see is vultures
On corpse of tripoli, not mine
I’ve washed away your cultures
In the blushed soak of nile
Where is your agility and strength?
Even the pyramid fret
And sway from their very mark
Your streams and rivers flow backwards
Towards their drowned pride
– strangled black beauties
Floating in saltless tide
Their rib cage numbering falling cities

I don’t see yellow, red or green
Maybe I’m colour blind
Or the colours are not coming clean
Is it their fault that you don’t mind
Your child’s noble blood turning into water
Their skin for gold which is better
And the rich vegetation dancing brown
Even the best of you falls down
your life’s left for me to take
Crack! Crack!!…the mirror breaks


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