Spittle

I order you to chew the leaves

And to spit your thoughts...

I will pick some glittering gems;

From your spittle,

To garnish my wall.

I can leave your wit,

In your spit!

As I can't resolve its meaning.

To the Colonial Beast

You can never know my heart,

Unless you step out of your palace.

You can never lift my head,

Unless your greedy hands are empty.

You can never hear my lips,

Unless you brain shed the dark rag.

You can never fill my eyes,

Unless you arose as a human.