RESISTANCE

Chemical-agents and
smoke from trash-fires
sit and stare,
hanging in the air--
a smoggy-spectator;
while my skin does the cheering,
'cause there has to be an audience in my skin
raging
burning
churning
my anger into rage.
"BURST-2!"
--CLING--
my home-made face-mask shielded that swing
A swing they thought
would penetrate deep
through my black-meat;
through my black-beat,
breaking my black-drum.
But drum-Man
my oppressors can't see.
My technology's
beyond their expertise,
like the Pyramids--
centered
in perfect Light,
with righteous sight.
"No weapon formed against me shall" suffice.
I fight with a might,
beyond "sight-beyond-sight."
Ready to explode,
an Ebony nuclear-payload.
FEEL MY LIGHT !!!

...........chshhhhhhhh.
--BRANDED--
by the flames of
CONSCIOUSNESS.

World Day

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