Spun webbed words weave true tales
knitted and woven with worn threads
spooled from the loom of keloid memories:
experienced sojourns on the cross of time.
Webbed words spun.
So many suns have risen and gone down;
so many moons have waxed and waned;
so many tears and much blood have fallen.
Webbed words spun.
We’ve sailed many seas; crossed many rivers;
climbed many mountains; trekked many valleys;
we’ve downed many Jericho walls. Yet
many more challenges remain to be conquered.
Webbed words spun.
While we may no more be where we once were, yet
we’re not near to where we ought to be.
The destiny of our total liberation remains to be manifested.
Webbed words spun.
The web of our reality catches fertile tomorrows
pregnant with new sons and new daughters—
cocooned warriors evolving to sting and plague
injustice and deceit; warriors soaring with liberation’s
quivered arrows inked with written webbed words—
Weapons in the struggle: free your mind and you are.
Webbed words spun.
No longer can the black holes of ignorance,
apathy and deceit, deter us! No longer
can black holes of bigotry and racism stop us!
Black holes of injustice and genocide delete us!
Webbed words spun.
There’s no stopping us now! We are free! Free!
The promised land is freedom of mind. Get ready y’all!
A train’s coming...whistle, blowing…bells ringing…!
Webbed words spun.