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Invisible Death Bite

I rest perched atop my tree branch blind, watching and waiting for anything to unknowingly pass below I got sleek, midnight skin ... distinct markings of a black panther I got white eyes that glow in the dark, my vision is acute — Able to track you, no matter where you are You’re powerless to my predatory desires, death comes upon you suddenly when I pounce Pound for pound, ounce for ounce ... There are other predators lion stronger than me, others more ferocious in their tiger savagery But none can compare to my ultimate stealth When night falls, I turn into invisible death Delivering a death bite, strangling away all your breath of life And it happens so fast, you never have time to ask: why? But right now, I’m surly dismayed at some of my bastard runt children; those who were caged, and taken to America from Africa Unseemly children they be, wearing the opaque skin of their oppressor’s rage Killing out of hate ... this I don’t do, this manner of violence I don’t condone Out of necessity, I kill: to feed, to live In nature, that’s not called murder It’s not for safari sport do I hunt I don’t kill from afar with a bang bang I don’t trophy collect tusks and mane To simply kill out of hate is a jungle shame You American Black Panthers, weak imitators of your African ancestors You kill for the thrill of hate lust Even on a full belly, you still can’t get enough You kill those who’ve been killing you, and you think that makes it right Yet, you didn’t even remain true to your own wicked cause Let your wild animal nature get Establishment tamed; embraced the ways of the oppressor, and hid your treachery behind an African name Shame ... shame ... shame Selling your own people out, after leading them down a false doctrine fast lane Pied piped them to oblivion Shame ... shame ... shame Violence begetting violence — Label it colonial justice if you will, it’s murder all the same Though you think you’ve escaped into the urban jungle avoiding judgment Committing more beastly crimes, you still love to do Never once do you realize there’s an invisible death coming to bite you And I’ll be watching from afar, perched up high As God’s vengeance comes dropping down in the dark of the night Stealing your soul like a thief, snuffing out your light God’s got an insatiable hunger for holiness, that makes me smile with black panther delight

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 6/1/2017 9:50:00 PM
The horrendous things that they had had to endure.:( Strong imagery coupled with robust metaphors, create a powerful poem, Freddie! Best wishes to you and yours!! Mikki
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