A World Of Legs
Legs. Limbs. Walking on different patches of
an Earth hot as coal.
Some toes getting cut off by the fire.
Leg against leg, we stand.
I tread embers on my way to the door.
The day they built the wall through our neighborhood,
Our legs trembled but did not break.
We try to swim, but
the fire cuts through the water.
Important people run the system.
Nay, they sprint with it.
Looking in the mirror, I see a
group of people.
Standing with their legs crossed,
Toes dancing on hot soil.
They have us in a snare.
We will fight. Leg in leg, we will swim.
Leg to leg, we stand in a line.
In front of a tall wave of water.
No. We will swim. You will not drown our voices.
Oh, you’re a leg, too? Where are your toes, you got toes?
We stand our ground, legs in the dirt,
We stand in front of the reflection formed
by the sea. And we see a disturbed mind.
Thoughts flowing like a river,
rushing down a waterfall.
Leg against leg, we walk.
And we are all…crying.
This world of legs have seen blood.
Blood in dirt of our ancestors.
A lady wanting to abort her child,
before it grows legs.
Is the world of legs right?
Must we stand leg in leg,
defying the over-seeing hand?
First one stood, then another.
We locked ankles in the rushing water,
formed a chain the guards couldn’t break.
Lying on a white ground of lies,
Slowly…we rise.
We shout. We scream. We will stand tall.
They scorched the Earth
with their trucks and tear gas.
ten thousand legs stood firm
The ground trembling.
The reflection of the sea smiles back,
And we see hope.
As the Sun cuts through the water,
our legs solidify into metal.
We march around the world,
our muscular legs never giving in.
Standing ground in soil of blood…tears.
Those tears are ours. For we have cried an ocean.
We have swum and swum, legs doing circles in a storm of wind and lightning.
And we have reached a piece of land.
Take my leg. This is our calling.
We will defy. The Simpsons in that white comedy
will never make us drown.
Leg in leg, we wash up on the shore,
Leg in leg, we stand in front of waters,
Waters that have lost the battle.
We pick up the rocks and feel the fire, which has
now cooled down.
In those waters, we see the fallen warriors.
The ones who never backed down.
The ones who gave us a name.
We are walking.
We are swimming.
Leg in leg….
we rise.
