I fear for my child(ren)
for my grandchildren
they want to steal my voice & put it in a pipeline
send it to the refinery
so it can come out useful on the other end
may it be it a pretty poem or a tale
something palatable on their plate
something with a price tag they can suck dry
or purchase for 19.99 on their tv’s late at night while the children are sleeping
sadism never tasted so good, felt so good, f*cked so good
sacrifice zones demand that there are sacrificial people
have we not realized we are all
sacrificial people now
that we are all on the receiving end of the f*cking
and the earth asks, will you still respect me in the morning?
moments before she realizes that we are the ones that need to vacate the premises
she never gave us consent
it is her home afterall & we are ungracious squatters now
we are all drunken frat boys caught with our hands everywhere they don’t belong
there will be no daddy’s to bail us out of this mess
no sum that can purchase forgiveness
no skin coloured privilege that will make a jury look the other way
the “ism’s” [colonial-ism, imperial-ism, capital-ism, race-ism] have f*Cked us twice now
those of us whose bodies are always sacrificed first
there was no consent for body or land, or land or body, or body or land
silly patriarchal colonizer, tricks are for kids
don’t tell me you didn’t realize body is synonymous with land
or is there a 5 dollar word for that thought or just a 5 dollar word to dismiss it
we who stand with our mouths open faced towards the sky
voices sucked out
we are getting louder in unison now
you see, we fear for our child(ren)
and wonder what has made you so deaf & so blind
that you do not fear for your own
for how much longer will you remain so pitiful, little brother
you see, we fear for your child(ren) too
even though you have been so willing
to make sacrifices out of ours