Through the Eyes of Real

through the eyes of real selfish ideas wreaked havoc on many whose hopes and dreams were snuffed out— like the flame of a candle in a winter-wind storm.... through the eyes of real not just metaphorically; but literally generations suffered the hellish terror— of stolen rights and identity... lineage obliterated— roots chopped like mulch and scattered in the wind like dry leaves of Autumn with no regard— making it impossible to know— from which tree we came—which yard?... through the eyes of real what are our real names??? sad to say—"we don't know"— over 200 years ago— and still today and we should pay for DNA?!... through the eyes of real greed and laziness were the beginning motives that soon evolved into FEAR! couldn't fathom the strength possessed to not succumb to infinite stress... through the eyes of real friend of a friend a peoples strife—deep within through the trail of rage singing from the cage turnin' the page wiping away tears— crushing through fears came the blood-bank— the multiplex telegraph— the potato chip—and the carbon filament lightbulb and the list goes on... ya see?... such treasures of a people contributions were kept hidden from our educational institutions that agenda is alive today still let’s keep it real it’s clear— the game to end black history conversation is also an attempt to squash owed reparations through the eyes of real visible restraints no longer seen however... systemically present still a people hard-timed by design hidden in plain sight the continued violation of basic human rights