Being Black
Cops, rocks, locks
Mothers weeping, brothers seeking
A gone sibling, friend or daughter
Families, sirens and preachers wailin’-
Howling, blubbering, sobbing
But Luther King said keep on prayin’.
Burnt, beaten, blasted
Those 4 dead bodies lay
An’ 23 more wounded, in just another white play
White’s lives are nice, black’s are lice
Just flicked away like lice, blacks die in pain
Blacks are nothing but a dirty stain.
The cauldron of resentment bubbling over,
Years of tears
Hours of sour
Generations of abomination
Stirred together,
Just from-
Dynamite
10 sticks
A memory that sticks,
In the hearts of the black
Tangled, gnarled, curled
Glass, cars, concrete
Ruin;
Just for Being Black.
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