Xenophobia (By Akingboju Henry)

You see through his eyes and into his soul
You then look at yours
You hear his cries for what’s right and what’s been lost
You then hear yours
You look into his past, his struggles, his victories, his lies
You see his happiness, pain, anger and dreams
They are similar to yours
You look at his face and all its features
They are different from yours

In view of the fading animals
The proliferation of sewers and fears
The sea clogging, the air
Nearing extinction
We should be kind, we should
Take warning, we should forgive each other
Instead we are opposite
We touch as though attacking
The gifts we bring
Even in good faith maybe

Put down the target of me
you guard inside your binoculars,
in turn I will surrender

this aerial photograph
your vulnerable
sections marked in red
I have found so useful
See, we are alone
It is cold and getting colder,
We need each others’
breathing, warmth, surviving

I wish, my brother, that you would grab my hand.
Let us go not to a better land. But let us make our lands better again.
Let me walk by your side, let me hold your prayers; let me feel your pain.
Every slash, every hit, every burn and every immoral verbal spear.
I wish to feel them break my skin and release my blood onto this broken place.
I wish to stand and fight with you.
I wish to get my hands dirty not just for you or me but for all of mankind in this split land.
I am not black and he is not white but we don’t care.
He is my brother as I am his.
We will march till we bleed, or drown
As long as we march for all of mankind.

The Cerebral Assassin

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