Sonnet To a Wordless and Blind Goddess

SONNET TO A WORDLESS BLIND GODDESS... Happiness is a beautiful smiling word; that soars the skies like a radiant black bird; Culling ebony sheen downs from her sable breast, to fluff and cushion the crib of her ever protective nest. Murder and death are conjuring words too, that stalk and steal your children away from you. And though young bodies lay in the streets and on bloody ground--- like trees chopped down when no one is around, justice hears no sound. The long arch of justice has been bent backwards to times of old; the streets have replaced by the hanging trees, and the noose by a bullet hole. We now understand the strange fruit stories of which the ancestors have always told; for one by one, our little sheep are being "justifiably" culled from the extended family fold. And while we should not and will not---substitute one tyranny for another, we will and must strive to protect the seeded child of every black mother.