A sinister wind



wild mushrooms sprouting–

rampant everywhere.


A face turned ugly–

preaching from the high pulpit,

blocking my entry!


When did you return

to trade the shade of my skin

as new currency?


Wearing your disguise,

subtle words to exclude me–

A sinister wind


blowing recklessly,

depreciating my worth

as you bluster in.


I will not rejoin–

sink to your brand of hate speech,

this yields no profit.


Rather I appeal

to restore the dignity

of martyrs and slaves.


Arrest this backward thief!