OF DAUGHTERS OF ABORTED LIBERTIES

Ravished womb drips
precious blood of incestuous rape;
the ghosts of daughters scream
from shared graves
marked with vaginal blood
shed by sons drunk
on the wine of intoxicating power.

Mislead adolescent warriors
fan holocaust embers
scorching time tested hopes
gone to ashes
as death winds strike chimes
of ebony genocide;
and the cradle and the grave
stand juxtaposed to each other.

Desperate screams
reverberate off once listening ears
and ricochet into the void silence
of a newsworthy footnote:
caught in the cobwebs of history
as aborted blood of liberty flows
like the meandering a meandering river

Once more and again, black on black terror remains

a mere unforunate incident---justly noted.