On April, 1, 2012


In April, yes we all start living in how town
The chill has gone down
the spine
And the thrown away ball is mine
I am a game changer
It is sweat all over my face
It is summer and on sale is winter
This April I would not move into the oven, just chill in the refrigerator
And migrate to how town, how to migrate
Neither white, nor black, nor brown
No body I own, no color I claim
No one else in my family is left whom I can still blame
Yeah  it was not a township, it was just another industry
A blame game
In April, yes we all payed to name
One jewel in their crown
Down and down I might find the ball rolling down
To sensitivity
To creativity
And to the civil municipality of the new how town.