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”