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We want to heal-
scab stealers wont allows us too 
sneaking up on us-
giving us new busy work
side trackers –
killing us 
the only hope we had left 
invested in our progeny. 
progenitors
Our children become our ancestors
Arrested -
Denied freedom.
assaulted, 
Degrading us our offspring.
They make examples out of noble men. 
Leaders not knowing what day will
be their personal doomsday while 
They recite a healing prayer on balconies
Thinking “is this my end”.
"As they risk healing folks in large crowds with
un-trusted friends watching their backs 
Let me get these words in As
We begin to heal from
the power of love.
These "scab thieves’ who snatch
scabs off the old wounds. 
Create and open new wounds,
As they dare us to heal.
We fall to the ground.
as the targets keep
Dropping they 
Kill the mighty to
Control the weak.
We are angry -No time to heal - 
Angry People 
Bopping ignorant
Pop ups- Bobble heads, popping up
like bobble heads at a carnival.
We needed the big black men-
who soon after that
Perplexed us
Who were they that stood
on Hunter street? 
In front of Paschal Brothers
Over near "Don Clendenin’s"
surrendering
Waving  White hankies 
at tricks and enemies
We are bleeding now...

The scab makers are winning
where and from wince –
Do they come from?
or go to?
Wall Street or colleges-
White collar preppies-
promoting separate causes.
We still chant 
Free Mandela 
“we loved him too
They all were gone 
to the grave or to prison.
Many wounds open 
blood everywhere.
Perplexed.
 
Things fall apart again in...2013
2013 is here.
We are still with open wounds
Remember now wonder 
can we heal if they? 

keep re-opening our wounds. 
My tolerance is no more for 
nincompoops and
Poot—butts, chastising
Empresses and Kings.
Knowing nothing.... 
While pulling off scabs
Who am I, if I lose focus?
There will be no us-

So, I relent, 
Leaving them where
they are - or at least
where I found them!
I really feel that until I die
I have a connection to someone’s
future I have wounds to heal. 

I must remember-
“I cannot get angry for you”,
Lest I get stuck fighting your battle.
“I will get angry with you”
I will fight aside of you.
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