Lament in ebony

arms are meant for embracing

minds to cultivate dreams of flight

I see you blackchild

ebony skin and white teeth

resident of shadowlands

the carcass of Gulu town

morning has mothered no millet

afternoon no tea

howling belly full of gunfire

rumbling like raging sky

arms are meant for embracing

minds to cultivate dreams of flight

I see you blackhild

camouflage and swagger

patrolling Harlseden pavements

playground of rebels with no cause

dawn rises on broken bottles

dusk on spliffs and rock

howling belly full of gunfire

yearning for a new high

arms are meant for embracing

minds to cultivate dreams of flight

Jessica Horn, fromĀ Speaking in Tongues

:: My comment on Gun Appreciation Day in the USA ::