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IN THE BEEHIVE OF STRUGGLE
Freedom, like truth, is far from being
a virgin—abused, raped, polluted, and left
to whither, die and decay. But these two sisters
ape the wind, water, and soil of Mother Earth:
Eternals.
The wind may die down
but rises up stirringly.
Water evaporates only to become
more of what it was
to rain back down to the earth.
Soil manifested as sand, dirt, mud, or clods,
remains the fertile nourishing womb
and breasts of Mother Earth.
They may abuse, rape, and pollute wind, water,
and the soil; but they can’t destroy them.
They may abuse, rape, and pollute freedom
and truth; but they can’t destroy them.
Wind, water, soil, freedom, and truth are eternal;
eternally on the move—pursuing redemptive being.
We are the children of the abused, raped,
and polluted people who the children of injustice
have sought to destroy our truth and freedom
with the mendacious lies of their phallic story (history)
plundering our story (ourstory)—their children
seeking to maintain the old manifest destiny.
Today, time longer than rope seeks to lynch the mind;
but truth and freedom dangle in the swirling wind;
they flow in the water and are rooted in the germinating soil
of redemptive revelation: free your mind and you are.
Remember, we are also children of the wind, water,
and soil; the truth is the light and freedom is the fight!
If our ancestors—with so little—could survive the plundering
rape of the Motherland, let us with so much more, put a stop
to the same in the Fatherland—lest we are deemed virgins
in the struggle: useless drones in the village beehive.
