Change Of Heart

The KKK clansmen will one day Look at the strange black fruit and think how beautiful The saturation of color is, the hues of ebony Of onyx and grand pianos. And as times change, the black fruit Will transform to the palate of progressive ideals Dizzy Gillespie and the bebop Doing the white bars in…

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On Kabul’s Streets

He looked at the market place And saw juvenile visages Running around with kites In their palms, waiting for lift off To cosmic galaxies of dreams As he found himself lost to a whispering voice – The mortal inside the demon – As in the prelude to fireworks of hate The waterworks of love sprang…

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