Sunday, February 16, 2014

Stand... a poem.

Stand*

drowned in the Atlantic seas
chained and whipped on our knees
noose-tight rope, hanging from trees
blood on the ground
blood on the leaves

it seems some things will never change
bodies burned and bodies hanged
like target practice at a gun range
oh no, it's not murder
our black skin is to blame

are we yet tired of reasoning with the insane?
what do we really think we'll gain?
freedom to spend a little change?
they give us money today
tomorrow it's gone again

it's wisest to never argue with a fool
no use in obeying a corrupt rule
or voting for an oppressive tool
we cannot win
with a knife at a duel

we have no choice but to unite
to stand together as one and fight
and God Almighty stands with the right
we must not flee --
there's nowhere to take flight

with shoulders back and our pride tall
stand side by side, an unmovable wall
like brick and mortar, we cannot fall
we'll stand our ground --
they can't kill us all. 

~cdw~
02/16/14

*For Trayvon, Jordan and all of our sons and daughters who've lost their lives in "the land of the free and home of the brave."