What is the countercurrent?
It is not the Erineyes,
it is a revolution call.
Just an updated version
from what many preached before.
Malcolm and Fanon spoke of structure.
We must burn till it is built.
Self-empowerment.
Now is not the time to listen to Philip Glass’ “The Hours”
there is too much ringing in your ears
bloodshot eyes from the night before.
Early June and its not only green
its this epitome
the world is flooding away
Parts of the island are lost each year.
The ones who can walk away
Don’t care
Now its a question of who will stay.
The red-winged blackbirds song
A song for what is beyond the determinant.
As night time beckons
and she just wants to fly.
We are the felines
thinking prey
in a sugar-coated speech
We’re all in this together.
Lets embrace
the brown paper bag of hope.
Any spiritus mundi must believe
that the rivers can flow to all of us
The ghostly spirit of Lycaon.
Don’t bother with the meat
for the golfing fascists to eat.
InAD Life 