Fear

Fear is nothing. It has no life, no substance,
no locus and no bearing. Fear is dead, It is death.
Fear is the insignificance of zero,
the dulled edge of farmer's cutlass
the fruitlessness of a barren land
the chains of a slave, the mentally enslaved
Fear is air, fear is vaccuum
It only finds shelter in the eyes that gives it vision,
the ear that grants it audience,
the skin upon which its feelings explode
the mind by whose fertility thoughts are born
the mouth by whose words darkness is formed
the hand through which calabashes slip and fall
Let the giver of the vision desist
Tell the ear of the audience to resist
Plead the mind to persist
Let the skin refuse to cower
And Prod the mouth to chant with power