Better Which Way
At the opening of the plantation gate,
in the letting out of the slaves
Freedom came with an empty purse,
as well with a curse goodbye
Labor weary lost strangers
straggling along
the lone, dusty auction road
Back and forth a heated argument goes,
moving onward ...
life is better which way
Chains of dependency drags some back,
fetters of anger thrust others forward
To and fro ... back and forth
is the black eye in the pyramid
American experience tug of war
Ebony disunity is zygotic yoked at freedom’s dawn,
dysfunction is the birthright
of a byword nation
An ill-conceived, ignorant legacy
is the premature incubation
of an uncharitable emancipation
Movement of the branded herd,
(their b and b skin is iron womb stamped in)
aimless and without purpose,
settles on self-predation —
a cancerous gift of conditioned oppression
Present day wanderers in an urban wilderness,
dressed in their funeral sanctified Sunday best
Their traditional day of restless sabbatical rest suggest:
which way ain’t been no better either way
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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