Redemption Voices
REDEMPTION VOICES
Africa is watching.
African-Americans,
your suffering is our suffering
(I once suffered racial slurs even in my own country),
your pain our pain,
your shackles our shackles,
your death our death,
sprout from the chokehold
like a lilac sprig
protruding from fair cockspur thorns:
your survival our survival,
your tears our tears,
your grief our grief (God grief also),
your voice our voice;
(which is the voice of god).
Silence might have been
our speech for a long time
but like a stranger's voice
echoing through lonely valleys
we unlock our keys to cipher
together we stand for justice,
divided we fall & rise to victory
cos you are the branches
and stem of our ancestors.
Now that Floyd's voice is locked
just like Aspen's bells conform,
our rapid drums will inform
through banners of justice,
PhDs, degrees and parchments,
through our voices and pen;
not our voodoo, spears and guns
but voices AGAIN and prayers.
At the bank of the ocean
after turbulence, is where the shells gather.
Faces of this season grin
with clobbering wantonness.
Africa's drenched by the blood of her offsprings
and so she awakens all her sleeping seeds.
Voice for justice with your voice
until your redemption comes.
VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 31st, 2020.
Copyright © Victor Immanuel | Year Posted 2020
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