10.            BATTLE MANTIS

I am the mantis,
the African soul.
On me live people,
like the little people
whose faces ripple
which Mankind has crippled.

For them there's no sun
in this democratic value.
Being sold out to the last man,
they can only inherit the Moon
and await a blind world's doom.

The mantis has patient tears
for mankind's arrears
before its claws start to tear
at their cultures little rear.
In remebrance of the little people
whose land they now eagerly sample.