Echoes! ! Poem by Edwin Owade

Far and wide
East to the west side
They'll rise
In unison en masse
With fists and heads held high
In one accord the end is nigh
Free from the subjugator
Free from the oppressor
From the yoke of the neocolonialist
And the insolent son of the alligator
Negating the status quo
Comeuppance at last.

From the silver veneer
Helter-skelter in fear
Ocean of blackness
Vision blurred, reign of the masses
Echoes of the voiceless
Reining havoc to the heartless
Ending the repeated circus
Of fascism and faux pas.