The Black Society
Welcome To The Black Society
Welcome to the dead society
I hope you make through it this poem
I hope I make through this poem
I hope gunshots don't make it through this poem
Forgive me black society
But I have some issues to address
7th Avenue Corner Street of Failure
Is where you live at
Right next to poverty
and its cousins crime and illiteracy
I hope you will be able to read between these long lines
Yes am sure you're familiar with lines
That's cos everything you have
Has been in line for you and your fellow black society members
Black society so forward with modern day technology
As you are able to copy more of the western culture
And programming themselves into self- inflicted Slaves
Slaves to working endless hours on runways
Trying to remodel who they are
Trying to feed themselves with crumbles of commentary
Many have gained the world
For The price of their soul
A black soul that has lightened up slavery
A black soul a prodigal soul to the African society
Black society once blessed
With powerful, ambitious, unoppressed
Leaders, Visionaries, Freedom chasers
Black society now cursed with
Immortality through the same difference
Black society cursed with
Rich men with false intentions
Rich Men cursed with poor goals
Goals cursed with broken rewards
A Black society cursed by its society.
A black soul sinking in the deep white sea of wealth
Whites accumulate their wealth
Blacks accumulate their wages
Asians maintain their riches
But today White men are wealthy
Black men are rich
Wealth is power
Rich is poverty
Wealth empowers
Richness is unrecovered
Again wealth had become white
Black remains rich
Africa is rich, but its society is poor
Same riches, same difference
Same society, same riches
Richness killed by its Society
But Society killed its attachments
And in the black words of MosDef
"Stay alive, you play or die, no options,no Batman and Robin
Can't tell between the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
The length of black life is treated with short worth
That type of society that be filling up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed."
You need to get your share
Don't settle for a piece
Black society you need to rest in peace
Then the rest is history
His story is from the black society.
Copyright © Vuyolethu Sithatu | Year Posted 2014
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