Non-Metaphorical Decolonization

The place I live has a name

But there's another one, older

Emerging through the mist

I saw where I was as it was

Before we called it anything

Now we live in the wreckage of a colonizing force

Whose racist poison still flows

So scared of a moment of discomfort now

We turn away from the obvious

All we have is stolen and can't be owned

This America, the old idea, I want it to die

Non-metaphorical decolonization

Beneath the one sky

Let this old world shatter

And transform

Allegiance to nothing at all

But the burning present moment

I cut the cord connecting then and now

And start again

I show the kid how to give up everything