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The Mothers Cry

I am tired of seeing our mothers cry;
It’s painful to see their tears.
It’s been happening much too long,
Down through the years.

You don’t want us to chastise them,
Or beat them in our homes.
But you will chase them in the streets,
And shoot them; now they’re gone.

When will this madness stop;
What do we need to do.
To stop the law from shooting our children,
And cease pain we’re going through.

Many of our children are hardheaded;
Disrespectful and they talk back.
They are not the only ones like this,
Do you kill ours because they are black?

We are all profiled by one thing are another,
If shot; all of our blood is red.
When statistics and surveys are taken,
More of your blacks end up dead.

Yes I say they are yours,
Because you brought us here.
If maybe you had left us in our homeland,
No one would have to shed a tear.

But you crossed the ocean waters
Just to bring us to this land.
Because cleaning house and picking cotton;
Was a task for a stronger, hardworking and powerful man.

Now that we are here;
And through being used by you.
You can’t put us on a boat,
So shooting us is what you do.

There is a spirit that came with us,
And it came to destroy,
It did not come to bring unity,
But to take out every man, woman, girl and boy.

If you don’t want this spirit here,
You should have left us in our land.
Because before you went to Africa,
The black man was killing the black man.

Shaka Zulu is a great example,
Of what I am trying to say.
You should have cleaned your own house and picked your own cotton;
And left us in our way.

But since you came to get us, 
And that spirit came here too.
Beating us, shooting us, trying to take us out,
Will not stop what the spirit came to do.

We must come and unite together;
Repent and turn to God.
For only He can destroy that spirit,
Many people in America thinks this request is odd.

For they do not even believe,
That my God is real.
Yet if we turn from our sins trust His way;
Our hearts and land He will heal.

He will destroy the spirit,
That is destroying us.
If we have faith in God;
And truly live….In God We Trust.

Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2016

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