ADATSI BROWNSON

The smiling sun has frown - darkness has taken a seat The singing birds now bleat  For this remnants we see on our streets Are symbols of the reward of the emergence. That which came with a veil of peace That which sneaked through our borders with protocols. Through the darks they fired our color - our light In this same night  They murdered our feet with bullets  From Guns and cutlasses The herbs that once pampered our lips  Are now talismans on our hips  For this powders from guns soiled our humility And engraved our generosity - with a vow A vow sealed with the  blood of innocence The man you see now arose from the deeds of gunpowders And stood tall among the peace founders  To rob the pieces of peace left Peace is put to rest by the emergence  Of this powders of gun. Behold, they introduced a Michael  But a Lucifer in disguise ~ Gunpowder: the irony of world peace © Adatsi Brown...