I will cure you with my tongue
Like an engraved crack in the rock
o are the scares of the afflicted
Thrusting like a hungry tree roots
is the poison of the inflictor and his seed
History is living by the afflicted
for it is not history yet
give me your blindness and i will cure you
with my tongue
give me your blindness so my blaxing red flesh
don't blind your sight
so it does not corrupt your learning
for your illusion has become pathological
and you are lost
heed my language for it has in them a cure for
your illusion and imagination
your illness has stopped you from knowing yourself
heed my language so i cure you from the illusion breastfeed
from your forefathers for i bring knowledge
©Anawana Haloba 2011