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We Are the Earth Underfootpdf

Norman Nawrocki

 

We are the earth, the sand, the gravel,

rocks and bricks underfoot

We are the mud, the dog shit, cigarette butts

and dirt you step on

Black-skinned, brown-skinned, yellow-skinned

pink-skinned and no skin at all

dreamers without restraint

inheritors of a dangerous ancient rhythm

Today we beat pots and pans in the street

cheerfully

Tomorrow we could beat baseball bats,

re-bar, chains, 2 x 4's, steel pipe, pick axes,

tree trunks, bulldozers gone wild

and whatever else

will fit in our angry hands

We are your nightmare echo told to

'hold, please,'

as we now live yours 24/7

protesting it politely, civilly, respectfully,

we were trained to

We are the numberless stars

thickening the sky

the empowered defiant mass of

red sand blowing in from the desert

We are the churning black sea

restless, disobedient, flooding streets

waves smashing open every secured door

We are the tectonic upheaval

granite footsteps grinding fortresses to dust

making the ground reverberate

with our rage and determination

splitting the pavement exposing

the abyss from where you came

each precipice now inscribed

with your parking lot # and your name

We are the earth, the sand, the gravel

rocks and bricks underfoot

the dirt you step on today,

tomorrow is coming

tomorrow is coming

it beats another beat