Za Ki Tan Ke Parlay Lot

Oh za ki tan ke parlay lot
you who hear tell the others
there is no metaphor for blood
flowing from children     these are
your deaths     your judgment

za ki tan ke parlay lot
you who hear tell the others

This is not some other cities' trial
your locks are no protection
hate chips at your front doors like flint
flames creep beneath them
my children are resting in question
so your tomorrows flicker
a face without eyes     without future

Za ki tan ke parlay lot
whose visions lie dead in the alleys
dreams bagged like old leaves
anger shorn of promise
you are drowning in my children's blood
without metaphor     za ki tan
ke parlay lot.     oh you who hear
tell the others.