Malcolm, Malcolm semper Malcolm.
Malcolm X had just died and Malcolm X will live again and again with his rebellious and bitter cry.
This restless and angry march ignites, burning in the veins swallowing every pain.
A burning revolt comes forward for breaths — and disorder and broken chains and sweat and advance of strangled phrases — to give voice to those whose passion has been subdued by too many abuses.
In the parched land and in the bitterness of a cacophony, a new world now flickers.
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