By
Uzomah Ugwu
Mama said
Mama said they might come
And said not to be afraid and to stay
As one, be brave
They took a family tree, my tree and separated
Its branches in different detentions in oppressed directions
Mama said do not scream
She would look for me and see me
And then we would be free
Free to run with my brothers and
Hide again under our covers
During storms
Laugh with friends
And be a kid again and
Forever young as long as we could
But they came with such force
I grew into an adult
Left alone with no sight
Of my mother
I screamed mama which she did tell me don’t
But mama did not hear me
I did not even see her ghost
Kiss of a black widow
Kiss of a black widow
Careful how you lay on
that pillow
Watch the lines you draw for they
Outline the relationships you create
Or divide or even strain
Lips sealed
Concealed truths need
To be revealed
When you wall street traders
Create portfolios,
that is how you bait them
Bring them in and break cultures
You stock and bonding vultures that
Old tales
Of oil spills
Bring out a new struggle
Of a present problem
That we all claim we never knew
While ironically at the pumps
every other afternoon
When these village children grow
Up damaged and deformed
Because you want to get
To Eleven Madison Park
faster and cheaper
Than rebuild their villages or
even build them a new school
You are a capitalistic feature I do not
Want to see at the movie theaters
Who is your creator
What is the real so called danger?
when it is The outside that
is their worst ally.
really just a financial traitor,
stock trader investor working
with new named dictators
For the best interest of who?
Your pockets. No one is fooled
You’re more crooked than uncle Scrooge
Uzomah Ugwu
I am an emerging poet and writer that still hand writes everything including prose and essays. I am a political, social and cultural activist. My focus is on human rights, mental health, animal rights and rights of LBGTQ persons.
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