Monday, July 20, 2015

OLD MAN TIME


Old Man Time
Drumbeats of old, tightened skins,
Breathing out rhythms of the black soul.
The lash of civilization cut short our song,
Taking our spirit and binding us in chains.
 
Intoxication of power; this power first stolen,
Now returned, is dressed in democracy
Of a few monarchies and takes to the streets
In habitual confrontation with the discontented.