EarthSeed II

by Majadi

She has come to me in a form unimaginable
small, quiet, premature, 
she is old spirit song and ancestral mud 
the color of butterscotch...
just as sweet when I kiss her face. 

Smiles that bring me to tears... 
I am weary from courtroom battles 
in front of judge dredd. 
Her mother sought negative dreams of a lover's past. 
My daughter this EarthSeed in her unknowing 
yet wise curiosity drives me to poetry and revolution.

I just want to sleep and fight to good fight, 
the liberation monster has consumed me 
I am happy in it's belly, 
I realize my goal as an African 
is complete destruction of the metal gods, 
to return my daughter to the organic love, 
pure, natural and full of peace.

EarthSeed II by Majadi

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