Happy is a five-lettered word;
Death is a five-lettered word too.
Happy lets you sail about like a cheerful
Bird;
While death sneaks and steals your child
From you:-
Our lives, like logged trees, are being chopped down
To the ground;
Only when bodies are stacked like fallen logs, does
Concern abound.
The cradle and the grave are but a few shots
Away;
The blood of happy birth and grieving death flows
Each day:-
Seems our arms and hands have become like targets
In a daily game of skeet;
Our beautiful ebony body seemed to be admired as if
A circled bull’s eye treat:-
Oh Lord, tell me, how much more longer must we be as if
Wandering prey in fields of a homeland—
Where it seems there’s a 70% chance that a hued child
Won’t live to be killed—a woman or man?