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Black History

Its irony
It does not apply
To the minority but
To the majority
There is a past
We all familiar with
Filled regrets
Of deeds committed
Of thoughts crafted
Of their consequence unknown
Of their wisdom unsown
Left in tatters
No heroes no khaki
(Icons of the past)
Like an A- BOMB
Dropped in Hiroshima
They’ve caused havoc
We’ve flattened the cities
We have burned the bridges
As the boom rang…
It all boomeranged
Like a wicked curve ball
We never saw it coming….
Stinging our ears
Darkening our eyes
Chocking as we inhale
And smoking as we exhale
And as the debris settled
All that is left
An eerie wasteland
Let’s go back
Before it all imploded
To the root
Before Laplace did a transform
Way back to the genesis
Where a thought was 'incepted'
‘We could be like God
Better yet
We could know everything’
Flash forward
In despair and enslaved
Shackled and starved
In need of a savior 
So a voice is heard
“I will say to the north
Give up! And to the south
Keep not back
Bring my sons
From afar
My daughters
From the ends of the earth”
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  1. UnknownAugust 19, 2011

    Before Laplace did a transform! Haha!#geek joke








    ke

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  2. saltedpenAugust 20, 2011

    you got it! i can rest easy now

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