I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering.
I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety.
I took refuge in solitude to avoid human bestiality and its hypocrisy.
My distress illuminated the darkness of my weaknesses.
I am forged in the burning furnaces of struggle and survival.
In my veins flows the impure blood of slaves, riflemen and resistance fighters.
My gaze carries the weight of the pain of my color and the age-old injustices of my oppressed people throughout the Earth.
My persecuted skin is the cemetery of the scars of battles, trials and sacrifices of my ancestors dehumanized by supremacist slave traders and racialist colonialists.
I am the bitter fruit of a continent nourished by fratricidal conflicts, genocides, civil wars, coups d'état, dictatorial excesses, tribal hatred, treachery, corruption and neocolonial stratagems.
My memories are horrible nightmares, broken fragments of all the horrors my eyes have seen.
My mind is a battlefield where truth, justice, liberty, equality and fraternity are expressed without hindrance.
Generally dreads the kitchen:
The incalculable losses it occasions one’s image.
Often with fried, oily chicken:
A company that doesn’t anything damage!
For all early morning jogs promptly ready!
Its healthy rejuvenation of a woman’s waist!
Has resolved not to be domiciled in a periphery,
Wherever seems to suggest a satellite
Eating rice with much stew against Beriberi:
A tradition of treading roads of laterite.
Unparalleled roles of reforms she can play
But sometimes the very driver of a fratricidal truck:
The ultimate prices of natural sacrifices she can pay,
Yet, the chief character behind some municipal ill-luck…
Not infrequently, recipient of cheers of a mammoth crowd,
As much the earner of the first bed in a bedlam.
From time to time a powerful voice on human affairs very loud
Not inconceivably between two hearty friends building a dam:
In some cases, emerging the people’s torchlight and battery,
still in others, the mastermind of a scheduled adultery.
Villanelle : Everything’s just much too much and fudge far too far
Everything’s just much too much and fudge far too far
All things cling together only to tear one another apart
Yet nothing’s so complex as to appear so dissimilar
So does any age beset by gnawing fratricidal war
When humans use words to confuse every thought
Everything’s just much too much and fudge far too far
Seasons come and go as the watchful evening star
Nothing about roaring Nature reflects the human part
Yet nothing’s so complex as to appear so dissimilar
Lives are merely words forged in the nuclear star
They bubble and gurgle then blow themselves apart
Everything’s just much too much and fudge far too far
Mountains speak to rivers and rivers the oceans scar
As every word starlings twirl into ritualistic art
Yet nothing’s so complex as to appear so dissimilar
Each human’s a replica of a blind and drifting star
Though Heaven and Hell be not so darned far apart
Everything’s just much too much and fudge far too far
Yet nothing’s so complex as to appear so dissimilar
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
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