Come here my black people

Consider this

If your race numbered among the highest

Could you even resist?

Or, would you erect walls

That your pale faced brothers could not climb

Shields, he could not penetrate

Shores, along which, he could never cruise

Let alone, cross

Or, navigate

Would you infest his neighborhoods,

With the most potent, intoxicating drugs and

elixirs

Knowing its tendency for demise

Its sole purpose as tragedy fixers

Which his kind could never resist

Would you form glass palaces and corporate veils

To which his wings could never set sail

Would you allow him to marinate in the stench

Of poverty

Or, shoot him down like animals,

in the filthy streets

Would you cage his brothers

disproportionately

Insisting to him, all the while,

That the legal system is JUST

Knowing full well, it is vile

And, would you stack all the cards of life

In your favor

Leaving, nothing more than scraps

For him to savor