princes of the dark by Fatima Kuyateh

where i live, the nighttime belongs to men

or those who want to be

submit your soul to the grit and the violence. it's effortless.

so easy

too easy

easier than what awaits you back home

the day is cruel but the night has compassion -

the moon seduces you with the promise of glittering spoil

you just have to go out and take it like a warrior

like an ancient greek-ghetto warrior

these royal red rags demand nothing less than hubris

you own this color

or does it own you?

these men stand here

ready to give you a flowery beating

watch the Blood spill like roses

bright, bright Blood flowing from

the things they break

to break free from brokenness