Caste Your Stones

We were come-heres. You were bred-heres.

When one window opens, a door closes.

You welcomed us warmly down the bridges

Of your long, distinguished noses.

 

We paid homage to your names:

The cost of our admission.

You were the gatekeepers, the tax-collectors,

Grotesques capriciously granting permission.

 

We were your serfdom,

Every kingdom needs slaves and knaves

Just as well as kings.

We bowed to your thrones of DNA.

 

We struck out on our own

To the land of opportunity,

With other runaway slaves-

An escapee community.

 

I think of you, now and again,

Perched on your antique thrones.

I wonder if we all made it out alive.

I wonder if you worship yourselves alone.

Advertisements

Say Something

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: