Razor’s Edge

Bruised with cuffs 

Whip marks still fresh

On those rugged backs

Peregrinate.

That mollified dream.

Dream of Freedom 

Long coveted in screwed up eyes 

At last strand at docks

Threatened to be potential 

Disease carriers 

Thus whites administer

Blacks’ Mississippi exodus.

With an uncertain future 

Up North

They discern a complete closure 

To the rural pastures in South

Embrace the call of hoarse 

Machines of North...

Thus they seek the warmth 

Of other suns ensuring equality 

A washed-out dream...though

Jobless, hopeless 

Laymen’s black Exodus...

Penniless pockets

Ambulate

With no departure time

They go nowhere.

Under the threat of 

Some unknown monster

A major Lock-down prevails

Hunger was hunted

Outside of the town

Everyday with pipes

Sheltering the homeless 

They balance their children 

On their shoulders 

Thus they walk along the highways 

Bleeding their ways

A call from home...

We thus supervised

Migrant workers’ Exodus...

Yeah!! Claustrophobia...

Death was lenient 

Life was murderous!!!