In the beginning,
We were the architects
Of God’s world;
And they became
The devastating forces
Of it’s decline:-
We were the flowers
And fruits of the Garden;
They became
The slithering coiling
Slime of disobedience
And disrespect:-
We were chosen
To teach cross bearing
With the Bearer thereof;
Save Mark
They tried to leave out
The Cyrene hue:-
We must know
Ourstory
Didn’t begin with slavery;
They just lyingly
Implicated this in canvassing
Their shaded history:-
We are the oppressed
And they are the oppressors
And crucifiers:
But we are the resurrected
Overcoming and ascending
To total liberation:-
Hey, let we hued poets
Continue to pen peace,
Love and liberation—
As their weakening words
Continue to evaporate
Into devastation:-