Piece of Love

Shotguns ring

Light beams 

Sirens scream

As I watched his body bleed

This piece of love

Who watched his daddy’s black body swing beneath a rope hung from a tree

This piece of love

Cut from kente cloth 

Drug by his feet trynna hold onto the African sand beneath 

separated from the rest

Poked, proded, tortured, branded

At their behest

Laid in the middle of the street

The cold hard dirty cement 

Face pressed down in defeat 

He laid there 

Spitting up blood

Coughing up hate 

Tears soaked in sorrow

Eyes so full of pain 

There’s no more tomorrow 

He laid there 

He laid there 

And I watched his eyes close

And in the midst of my sobs and screams 

I couldn’t breathe

Cause in that moment 

In that time 

His pain was gone 

He was finally free

But that moment only did last a while before the shotgun pierced a soul again and that pain was passed onto me 

He laid there

He laid there 

They pulled me away 

But he still laid there 

He laid there til the end of night 

People walked by and watched the end of his life 

But he never did die

Because in me his pain is still alive

In me I still carry on his fight