i deplore war
therefore i greet
my peeps with "peace"

running the gamut
between country crops
and concrete blocks

firmly rooted in the wind
i'm often found
lost in thought

taught to walk true
while strangers
simply walk the talk

paper shuffling
jiving shucking
glass ceiling touching

i can say with certainty
that i was destined to be
more than a worker bee

even scorched earth
will bear fruit
if given proper roots

beautifully nappy headed
heavenly hellions
sparking rebellion

telling my zealots
the world is ours
so lets get it

set it off for
your rights when
left without option

spent from punching
clocks... there's
no time for watching

free minds so that
truth may blossom...
there's no time for watching
~

© 2008 Marcus Kwame Anderson

www.marcuskwame.blogspot.com/