To further lay siege of me,
You have dug medieval moats
Around the ghetto where you have
Incarcerated me
Thinking you have succeeded
In denying me my liberty.
At night, I look beyond the bars
Of my concentration camp
The same moon that shines
Down on you
Casts its glow on me as well.
Though you can't tell,
The stars laced through the evening sky
Twinkle at me, just as they might
At you.
We both breathe the same air
And the gentle morning breeze
That passes through your conquering window,
Also passes through this humble occupied window of mine.
You are a prisoner of your time
I am the prisoner of your passions
And though you have fashioned
Your ruthless brutal occupation
Through the recrimination of your superego,
I remain regal.
The same honey bee that circles above your fields
Knows not your borders or your medieval trenches,
And buzzes freely to partake
Of what my daisies, morning glories and poppies yield.
We are both children of Adam and Eve
Though you do not perceive
Me as your equal,
I am the sequel of your past
And the blueprint of your future.
There will come a time when
You will find your Day of Reckoning
Underneath a hail of brimstone and fire
Where the fit punishment for your crimes
Against my humanity
Awaits you.
