John Kunno
I am john kunno
Drums dancing on Christmas morning,
Breaking the silence
That bans my tongue from telling troubles here;
Masking my face
And the new identity forming before your eyes;
Dancing pitchy-patchy
Distracting you as the devil's whip draw near;
I am john kunno
From slave barracks memory, from huts
Far away in Africa forgotten by mutilation.
I am john kunno
A child dancing in sorrows with jubilation.
As long as I wear
This mask, this clothes that is not me
I john kunno have no past, no history.
I am john kunno
Breaking the silence with drum forged liberty.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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