Take Me Away

Take me away, from my family, friends and the society, In a hearse or the Bugatti La Voiture Noire. Take me away, from the surface of the earth and the Black Race, Like a pest on a crop, The truth must be told, even when sold. Take me away, from the well-ordered decencies of civilization, In a wheelbarrow or government jet, Like I penned down that which cut so deep like a knife. Take me away, from my brotherhood and dynasty, Like a filthy rag on a palace’s dining table, It won’t change the piteous aspect of the wretched woe. Take me away, from my thoughts, pen and paper, In an incinerator or Cruise ship, To carry the societal cross like Jesus Christ to Golgotha. Take me away, To a pit of hell with a wordless farewell or vulgarized death sentence, It won’t wake the marginalized and poverty stricken from their sepulchers. Take me away, from my andragogical and pedagogical ventures, In a dirty bag, casket or rocket, To feel pains until my heart turns cold. Take me away, With the police to rot in a necropolis, It won’t still restore peace, unity and buried equity by the democrats. Ah! I still wonder why you should take me away, Because I’m a black man of circumstance, My existence and survival are always a marvel to the world, Considering the fact that it is flanking on a miracle and mystery, Making my life is a tribute to man. I’m still alive, courageous and I endure… Do you still want to take me away? A Stewart Annie Everestus 's poem © 2019