Outlaw

I am the branch rejected by the tree

damned angel condamned to roll 

eternity stone ...

I am the all revolt spirit that time  shatters 

voice, walled on the tomb of silence  

a body weeping its blood on the barricade.

I only know the islands of exile 

weed growing out of oblivion 

outcast clawing at the hopeless border,

stipped outfit , last hour number on wrist ...

Look bro at the old world behind  you !

no solitary  rage ! social lost its cold blood !

for you ,promise  of the cross !

Deportees of all hunger 

 where are you statue of liberty  ?

Dark oil stained humanity 

where the path ends ?

 War rather than  pact ...

I am the shadow of the long march ,

Cuba sierra madre, Che ,

Viet-nam  orange glow ,

messiah's  return in Gaza  ,

rotten street of Philadelphia ...

Misery  has no face , bad  taste ,

and its name ,barbed wire  identity....

The autumn cob sliced and gathered,

only the bare tumbling plain remains,

uncertain upcoming harvest ,

the well -fed winged  spoliators praying...

  I am just a branch refusing the tree's will ...

             Outlaw  !