I start no
wars, raining poison
on cathedrals,
melting Stars of David
into golden faucets
to be lighted by lamps
shaded by human skin.
–
I set no
store on the strange lands,
send no
missionaries beyond my
borders,
to plunder secrets
and barter souls.
–
They say you took my manhood,
Momma. Come sit on my lap
and tell me,
what do you want me to say
to them, just
before I annihilate
their ignorance?
-Son to Mother by Maya Angelou
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