I am .....

I am .....

A Poem by anartao

I am the downwards journey of the guillotines blade
,

releasing heads made heavy from the crowns of Empire made


I am the star that floats blood red, above a field of black,


the people of the sun speak out with a voice thats taken back


I am the blood that permeates throughout the Delta’s oil
,

the violent dance of poets feet above the blackened soil


I am the bodies bloodied, draped on tombs in Santa Cruz
,

the blood that soaks the earth for many becomes the fires muse


I am Zapata’s spirit, grave bound with legs that never bent,


a commitment carved on souls about just how a life is spent


I am Allende’s last address, with the gunshots growing near
,

a defiant act of sacrifice, a love that shone so clear


I am every ransom thats been made on Somalia’s wastebin sea’s,


a peoples answer to those with plenty doing what they please


I am Toussaint’s rebellion, new birth through liberation’s throes,


a nation given freedom, though still marred by Empires blows


I am the shrouds of martyrs, fallen fighting for the cause,


choosing to give all that they have, not selling it like w****s


I am the fist that clenches, rising high above the heads
,

that rage that takes us to the streets whilst most lay warm in beds


I am the hope that sheds its light in the dark parts of a heart
,

that single step thats made by which a life’s journey will start


 

I am the stone in the children’s hands, tank-wards bound in Gaza


I am the single roar from many mouths in Tahrir Plaza


I am the Boxer’s legacy, fighting corrupted foreign powers


I am those facing cells for freedom, those long and lonely hours


I am the message Nat Turner heard, that cry to break the yoke


I am that final straw from which the camels back was broke


I am the love that feeds a soul, and hatreds eternal bane


I am the flame that flickers bright within the pouring rain


I am the fire deep inside that see’s one fight until the death
,

the fight for freedom and equal rights for all those drawing breath

 

 

© 2013 anartao


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quite impressive indeed
nice sensation and words manipulation

Posted 12 Years Ago



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anartao
anartao

Sydney, Australia



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I write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..