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Them who have not seen the face of innocence
Have not seen the face of a newborn
Them who have never met the big bad wolf
Have never met their mirror image
A creature on two feet with a heart seen through its eyes
A brain heard through the gateway to its inevitable perpetual creditor
Powerful enough to cage its innocence in the abyss of guilt
Camouflaged by the shadows of race and survival

You have heard Ntiru's rhythm of the periodic pestle
Now listen, listen to the persistent sobs of rue
Plastered on walls neither seen in light nor darkness
Like the slithery slough of despond
Holding hostages of the Chiapas or Haitian kind of flock
Synchronized by nightmares to allow sweet dreams
And scripture readings from the moon
The more gathered in molten gold, the more innocence drip in the abyss

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