Our Man in Europe/Belize: "Elegy".
(dedicato: Lizbeth-Michele)
...NOBODY WANT DAT BAD NEWS, ask anyone ever HAD? NOBODY want dat Reggae-Tune? NOBODY, but NO-ONE wants that LONELY-BLUES, if U ever had? Sudden Death Slicers. Cuts a SMILE in half and the PEOPLE-jiggle without direction; no-manh knows what to DO when Nobody wants that BAD-BREW.
NOBODY FIESTA when a DARK STREAM covets the GIG. There-s a LULL in the BOUNCE, a fleeting-TERROR in the Groove and an UN-whispered shade of, "WHO R U?"...amongst close friends, Cousins, outright strangers; no malice.
NOBODY WANTS dat THIRD DEGREE (?), that past SLAVE-WHIPLASH, that MURDERED every Nations Ancestors, the IN-HUMAN traffic that MAn-on-MAN inflicted, remembered in ALL peoples Spiritual aspiration?
NOBODY WANTS dat bad bad-boogie in their EARS: History-s ECHO resounds and makes us FIGHT yet more for our Pride? And U think that History-s FELLOW MAN would have known better?
c.2022, dave delacroix.
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