Prophetic Justice

In a world built by the blood, sweat, and tears of people who look like me
From the fields to front offices
From the streets to street prophets
They look at us and still see the whips and chains
They owned us
When all that was left was burned cross remains
These people are the same
They’ll never change.. EXCEPT
They no longer wear hooded robes..
Or ride horses..
They carry guns and badges..
& head police forces..
In the extermination era..
Everybody must go..
Preserve the pure race..
Jus kill the black folks..
You expect mothers and fathers to suffer in silence..
While they search for understanding..
But can’t UNDERSTAND when they’re no longer searching for it but demanding it!
Not even expected to abide by the laws they uphold..
2 to the head another one in a hole..
Can you live with yourself until your next patrols..
Does it all ever just get old..
Playing God and taking lives
How much is yours worth?
Never again will you be safe until you leave this earth..
Live with these demons
In world where we don’t make it out alive..
When MLK and Malcolm X also died before their time..
& they scream peace
When it is we..
Who will never truly be free..

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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