A CLEAR CALL 2

 

Right after standing in front of the mirror for a decade,

Didn’t you see the scars on your skin?

Or you’ve forgotten the depth of your wounds,

Should I tell you that it was caused by the stranger?

Or I should remind you of his torture,

And how he fled innocent souls across their own shores,

Not giving them the opportunity to even wear their shoes,

Presenting before them a dinner filled with tears, sorrows, disappointments and fears,

Leaving behind their white muriatic acid in exchange for our black master,

Making us slaves of this white tiny leaves,