Am i free yet
The emancipation proclamation of incarceration
has got me defacing public property, with words like
don't shoot, or i can't breathe.
So say can you see by the dawns early blue and
red lights, illuminating another crime site.
Melanin enriched lives carelessly taken from others,
unknowing today is the last day of life.
Just another deposit added to the treasure trove
Closely monitored by the blind eyes of authoritarians,
utilizing legislation of codification with invisible ink.
Visual images of atrocity captured in the day and the
darkness of night.
The demise of those in custody, reports backed up
Freedom tarnished by the guise of the guardians
Giving deluded delusions diluted of substance
Confident in the ignorance of the masses, and
ability to marshal the herd.
In due course, the end of all things as was
Willfully, naturally, or by the measure of any
Consistent shoves, and pushes and jostling, the
posterior is against the wall.
Countless days, weeks, months, years, decades,
centuries pent up.
The mantle of oppression shall divide under pressure,
Eruptions of pyroclastic flows from pain, hurt, betrayal,
slavery, murder, and poverty.
Ghosts of the cotton fields saying don't forget,
No longer echoes of a wanted to be forgotten
But a beacon for the future, free at last,
free at last.
Dare to dream, to hope, to succeed and pursue
Epidermal pigmentation no longer judgements
But the road to opportunities for sharing lifes
Only to discover that we are all undifferentiated.
Copyright © Malcolm Burrell | Year Posted 2020
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