Them bronze keys
o’ they rattle
am i free
or starting battle
Them slammed doors
how they wake
my battered spirit
they tried to break
Them bronze keys
open my food tray
guards watching hard
inspecting how much I ate
Them slammed doors
can hear from afar
do the doors know
how deeply they scar?
Them bronze keys
why do you exist
separation creates pain
and its balled up in my fist
Written in solidarity with the prisoners of Malawi who’s voices carry their stories beyond the walls that imprison them.
I heard the Malawi birds
they were bundled and stacked
buried so deep
but their voices reach so high
does their location
negate the warmth of their tears
we can learn so much from suffering
how long must our education persist
who will finally be the one
to rip the door off the cage
wings were meant to fly
not to die…
