Seems it’s no enough that daily there’s a sister or brother
plucked from the tree of life by bigotry, racism and hate.
We’ve now gone back to shooting and killing one another;
decimating and grieving ourselves for the oppressor’s sake:
Why my people…have we gone back to that horrible
retched time…
That infested our sacred communities with the curse
of black-on-black crime…?
We must wake up and realize the renewed plan organized
by today’s klan:
Getting blacks back on track to running around town killing
their fellowman.
We must wake up and realize that our black lives must matter
to us too…
We can no longer wallow in apathetic grief and sit around as if
we don’t care…
We can no longer allow hued renegades to aid the oppressors
murdering me and you…
We must wake up and make it clear that no more of this anal
dilemma will we bare…
Realize that the mirror images of black lives taking fellow lives
are shrewdly skewed;
Brothers and sisters have been so systematically brainwashed
and cleverly screwed.
And this pandemic duality of our situation has become a crying
grievous shame;
Yet, if we just sit, moan and allow it to proliferate, we too, share
some of the blame.
We must wake up Black America as the heated summer slowly
grows hot. We can no longer sit around doing nothing; we need
to stop it or get off the pot. Indeed, it makes no sense to chant
and paint our lives matter, if we let our own send us to the dust.