White and not red is the new freedom road by Olorode Segun Stephen

This particular poem is basically from the heart. I experienced catharsis while writing this. Read it, think on it, understand it, and  Constructively criticize it. Thanks.

WHITE AND NOT RED IS THE NEW FREEDOM ROAD 

Bloodbath, 

Massacres

Locomotically from the rising of the sun to the set-ing of the moon 

Down from the corners of the witches of east end 

Sprang forth from the northern wing 

To the sides polars wings in proximity to the source 

Organs liquidly clothed in red litters the mother earth 

Reddish-brown 

Parts, separately and Reddishly scattered on the highway 

Pinched my flesh, 

This is dream not, negator 

Cow master! why? 

Grazing to grave-ing

Clasps the dagger 

You cut down the former 

HUMAN-NESS, you have lost, 

You have cease to become 

ANIMAL-NESS, you have become born again of 

This, you have put-on 

OH, mishali of soweto 

Mandela, great madiba

ELEGE of EGELAND 

Zik of Igbo land 

Awolowo of Yoruba_land 

Tafawa of hausa-land 

Listen to the onomatopoeia of my buca-cavity 

Your foreshadowing is manifest-ing

Man is no longer human

Man is violenCE, 

Beastic - beast, 

''Asinwin '' marauding vampire 

Is red the freedom road? 

Reprisal will be bloody, another blood-bath

To be free, blood will be required 

To be stagnantly dormant, the red sea will still flood

Yet, the anus's mouth is the Sango-Ota - - the gate-way city

For relieve sake, it must be widely opened 

White-ness is the new freedom road for the sake of lives

OLORODE SEGUN STEPHEN