Madani-Arabic melody sails
songful ‘pon the air of the coastal jewel –
rattle-rhythm re-telling passed-down tales
of flight for refuge from tribalist rule.
Exodus to the strip stretching by th’blue
of the Great Sea, so vast; unpartable…
She stands beside the water, watching all,
her ethnicity in her hair ‘n hue.
Driven to the edge; hounded down by hate;
rounded-up by vile, cult-racist disgust –
that terror-tendency (Seemingly fate?)
of humankind to be by fear corrupt…
She stares down Death as, ‘pon the air, now sails
howlshrieks of suffering as Death prevails.
Image credit – Baldwin
william altoft 