Our young black men are still dying and were throwing buckets of ice on their graves, James. I wonder what youd write about, Jaywalkers, beware If youre black Its a Capital Crime Punishable by death Capital like the Fake money in the Mouth of the Gangsta Posted as an 18-year old On his way to college and A future He was robbed of By the thief that stole A life with promise Breaking the promise To protect and serve Remains to be seen If this thief of a life Will serve one day in A prison built for young Black, Hispanic, Asian, And poor white men While the dead body Left on the street for Hours like road kill Lay silent and still Somebody bring me A bucket of ice to Throw on it! Maybe its not too late To revive this victim of hate! The cold water will stop The bleeding and the Flow of blood down our streets Wont it? Isnt everyone Doing the bucket challenge To end the deaths of victims Of a disease whose victims Are 90% White, 60% White men? What about black men and boys Dead on our streets, killed by Each other, aided and abetted By poverty and no jobs and Gangsta rappers that sacrificed Our youth for gold teeth and Bugattis Wheres the bucket challenge to Stop these tribal wars and the War on black males by police Dressed for war to stop a 90-year old Holocaust SURVIVOR From porotesting and Possibly rioting and Looting, but what more Can be stolen from us? Voting rights of old Black folks - and whites - With no certificate to Prove their birth from The wombs of slavery And Jim Crow only to Return to the days When the only jobs were Picking cotton and being So poor the only thing They had to eat in those White fields was a bucket Of ribbon cane syrup or Molasses with biscuits Soaking up the energy They needed to work in Hot fields wishing for A bucket of ice water To cool their thirst In some African tribes Libations are poured On the ground in honor Of the ancestors Lets challenge ourselves To pour buckets of Water on the streets Of our neighborhoods Wherever black men Have died at the hands Of each other or those Who were supposed to Protect us and clean the Bloody reminders that Our young black White Hispanic Asian Native Gay Mentally ill Mentally challenged Homeless Jobless Addicted Rejected Men and boys Women and girls Are dying on The streets of America While were being Entertained in the 21st century Roman coliseum On our cell phones Tablets, and Laptops while those Sitting in the lap Of luxurious swag Planning new diversions To keep us from storming The Bastille and beheading Their hubris and contempt Because theyre good at math, Unlike us and know 98% is More than 2% remain Confident of our inability To do simple math We better learn to count The things that matter Before its too late. JO/yce (ice) 8/21/14
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 13:07:37 +0000
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