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In The Warm Womb of Night

 

In the womb of night, we contemplate

the dawn of the day when we shall all be free

of the mind games played to put the liberty

of countless generations of us…on hold:-

 

The chrysalis moments of the shades of night

strike nerves playing blues-jazz-gospels

awakening dormant minds of the untelevised

revolution—seeded and nourished many rivers ago:-

 

Each pregnant night, in its season, gestates new

revelations, revealing the I am of those who are

the steady black bridges spanning over the ways

that were, with blood, had been well watered:

steady bridges over which we have crossed over:-

 

Now, we have a long owed blood debt to be collected

for the toiling of the bent black backs of our ancestors,

and refuse to accept the bank of justice being bankrupt;

its vault having earned over 400 years of bloody interest:-

 

Now is the time for us…the new torch bearers…to pick up

the ancestral mantle and light the way to the dream’s reality;

for we are the heirs of the Jubilee Journey begun long ago.

 

The ball is now in our court and we must lay up new legacies

for those in the darkness of new wombs of night…that they

may see the light of the new day dawning over the horizon:-

 

Now is the time:  yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late!

Now is the time:  the night time…the right time to get ready!

Now is the time:  no time outs for those not ready for the new day!

Now is the time:  the disenfranchised night is beginning to wane!

Now is the time:  the day’s dawning of that great morning is waxing!

In the womb of night, we contemplate the dawn of the day when we shall all be free of the mind games played to put the liberty of countless generations of us on hold:- The chrysalis moments of the shades of night strike nerves playing blues-jazz-gospels awakening dormant minds of the untelevised revolution, seeded and nourished many rivers ago:- Each pregnant night, in its season, gestates new revelations, revealing the I am of those who are the steady black bridges spanning over the ways that were, with blood, had been watered: steady bridges over which we have crossed over:- Now, we have a long owed blood debt to be collected for the toiling of the bent black backs of our ancestors, and refuse to accept the bank of justice being bankrupt; its vault having earned over 400 years of bloody interest:- Now is the time for us…the new torch bearers…to pick up the ancestral mantle and light the way to the dream’s reality; for we are the heirs of the Jubilee Journey begun long ago:- The ball is now in our court and we must lay up new legacies for those in the darkness of new wombs of night…that they may see the light of the new day dawning over the horizon. Now is the time: yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late! Now is the time: the night time…the right time to get ready! Now is the time: no time outs for those not ready for the new day! Now is the time: the disenfranchised night is beginning to wane! Now is the time: the day’s dawning of that great morning is waxing!

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