Freedom (For Karachi)

the smog the smog
the air we breathe
it burns and hurts
like the inhalation
of sulphur
settling in my
parasympathetic
nervous
system

My Lord, My God
this crying must cease
deep within my belly
the blackened mouths of babes
oppressed, wounded, murdered
tortured, suffering children
gifted by
You.

The children of God
die
by the hands of men
with hearts of stone
and bedrock

this world
has fallen
backwards
on its own tripwire

to a time
where Columbus deemed it
flat

to a time
where slaves were a
commodity

to a time where people
had no voice
and Kings and Queens
made all laws
no matter of Heaven or Earth

we need to
back
space
like an ancient Royal Deluxe

type new lives and laws
for this new wave
of humanity

for there is freedom in death
and death in survival

© Susan Marie 2011


(Thank you Nooru)