We’re dreams
walking in the world
on the land
of red skin red blood
on the land of a civil war

She says
we will walk
on rifles for freedom
on missiles for food
on the hymns of spirituals
humming the cries
of our children      killed
their parents detained
pried away from their homes

We will use
our words as grenades
demolish all borders

We will rise
with our ancestors
who summoned us

We will transcend this
grim grime world

To live.

Thea Matthews
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