ashes beneath the boots
by Tim Kavi
marching triumphant
fists in air
you take the hill
overrun the square
but in your heart
is a vacant stare
You dismember
yourself
unmoved by human
compassion
there is only
your training
reduced to a number
your uniform
makes you look like
all the rest
you think you are
anonymous
so easily forgiven?
that only you will be blest?
that face shield
doesn't hide you
full metal jacket
you better carry
a long club
because someday
you will reap what you sow
brutal taskmaster
on the day
Freedom Rings
when the freed man sings
when women walk
the streets
no longer afraid
when you
and the hate of the old
ways are crumbled
stomped beneath our feet
as we peacefully walk
the freshly cleaned street
beneath my boots
I still see that You
who said I was not a person
has become all the ashes
of a history not forgotten
while up ahead
precious souls
you once tormented
are dancing
in peace, at long last
in love with each other
and so very free.
Poet's Afterword: another poem of protest which will be in my forthcoming collection 'Poems of Protest' by Tim Kavi. Long live freedom and love! ~~TK
