Untitled Poem

The emancipation proclamation changed into Jim Crow then Jim Crow evolved into felonies,
the modern day revolution will not be televised on Black Exploitation Television in autotune over 808 melodies...

Police sirens and gunshots are not the background music enhanced by the symphony horn section,
Political figures so called leaders are marching us into political prostitution to satisfy their wallets erections...

We are savages following the laws of the wild while gorillas (gangs) are banded in our mist,
Trapped in the corners of our minds While lifes been throwing rusty aids infested razor blades at our wrist...

Not literally though let's say the arm is the wallet and the wrist is the bank account which is our supply line keeping us afloat,
The blades are cutting the ropes leaving us to drown in debt while we splash in fear waiting for the next big governmental hope...


Stop looking for someone to save you Jesus isn't returning in a business suit with slick words coming out of his mouth,
Swindling flocks of followers like congregations bamboozled down old dirt paths in the rural south...

Before you venture in deep thought wondering what or who I'm talking about understand this I mentioned no names that's what those enslaved to hate would do,
For those with one on the tip of their tongues pray that you are released from the chains and hop off hates pedestal...

This is not about one person but the government and its shadowy figures as a whole,
Who would rather we stand naked and battered on auctions blocks in the middle of Wall Street selling our souls...

The auction blocks are ineffective stimuli, frivolous lawsuits and criminals convictions for those who question the truth,
The masters get rich while we are stuck on this economic plantation digging out of the trees of debts roots...