bullets
have become the norm
in the midst
of a storm
that can no longer
be kept quiet.
body counts rise,
while lady liberty
closes her eyes.
heart wrenching cries
from mothers
burying children too soon,
as hecklers loom
and the reaper swoons.
"education is the key,"
society screams,
as obviously being black
makes one
an uneducated goon.
double standards
are tossed about like candy,
while the humanity
and clarity
are lost in translation,
regurgitated as bile
flung upon a garbage pile.
...while in the middle,
innocence sheds tears
which crystallize
on hearts made of stone...
justifiable
is nothing more
than an excuse to execute,
where are the black cats
who wore berets
back in the day?
zoot suit wearing zombie,
with slicked back hair,
showing up everywhere
begone...
where is thou faith?!
once in the cross hairs,
the media is there,
dirty laundry is aired,
sensationalism is their only care...
and that's what dead niggers bring.
sit in church and sing
because freedom
won't ring
from the mountain tops.
while blood flows,
insensitivity grows
making black skin
a sin...
and willie lynch
will prevail again.
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