Do Not Club Me

Voices from the Island Prison

Image Credit: Babette Plana / Flickr /CC BY-NC 4.0

Do not club me, Brother, because I am Black,
Do not club me, Sister, because I am White;

Fused by a human tapestry, we sorrow and delight.

Do not club me, Brother, because I dare to think,
Do not club me, Sister, because I dare to write;

The Apostle’s white rose of friendship heralds peace; not strife.

Do not club me, dear Brother, because I sing,
Do not club me, dear Sister, because I resist the hive;

Blacks clubbing Blacks; Whites clubbing Whites,
The house on the sand crumbles in apocalyptic sight.

See the seagull, wings outstretched, soaring high above the blight.

Freedom from the bruises, bullets and cuts;
Brother, Sister, open this loathsome cage,
And put away the club.