it burns inside

I cling

to hope

knowing

it burns inside

boiling and churning

changing the colour of skin

black and white

brown and yellow

mullato diaspora

and a new kind 

of family and friends

and not so certain

the opiate of drugs

belong to any kith or kin

and all I ask for 

since there is no end

and as if I knew when

was the beginning

is premordial peace

and unpretentious love
just give me a handshake

a smile to be a bonus

and I shall walk 

with you

till the end of our time

we are indeed

our future.

Leonard Dabydeen