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Death March
It’s on all over the world—
at the Louisiana Superdome
the death march has been initiated
for a total excavation
of Black people
even if you are in denial—the evidence
is
not living proof
read up on
Sudan, Chicago, Rwanda, Minneapolis,
Somalia—
Camden
places where you and I live comfortably
journaling our experience of the
Bloody Sundays and Mondays
in Alabama & Mississippi—
with smoke screens tied to universities
and corporate
trickery of diversity
and it’s going to kill the flow of colored
folks
working for a better world—
it’s not happening with a Bush or Clinton—
even though most black people are convinced
ole’ Billy Clinton is the Black Hope
for Blacks in America—
he transformed three strikes on the small
dealer—
they get life at 14—
in prison for a little Marijuana—Crack
and the welfare of it all—
world powers want the views to be static
on the growers of the free world
privilege is majority in the 21st Century
with fascism running rapid
and a plight to re-instate slavery
the blinking eyes does not tell a vision
on how I’m living BET
with the failure of College Hill
and their uncut profanity on every hour
we’re up on it
& know why mainstream commercialized
the C-Walk
with gang signs interpreted for escalated
argument, fights
& murders at social events
it now place a warrants on
our young Black and dangerous mind
to be handcuffed—
terrorized by the authorities
manhood stolen
they’re raped in the corridors of prisons
and beaten to death
it benchmarks a generation of men to
hopelessness
no fathers, the fatherless child’s mother
baby sits unemployment and section 8
while on borrowed time—
God save us from the Superdomes of America
and the science of the past
that’s spiraling out of control
we are very much damned
after the myth
of the second creation story
it time to search for our people as Isis
did for Osirus
to gather the fourteen pieces of our
culture
& resurrect freedom from the hoax
manipulated by man
the devil has many deceitful children
and they must work harder as the time
draws nearer
to the end
and the Red Sea margin
reseed like my hairline
till the human death toll exceeds billions
to hell
then the waves of flames shall engulf
you with sulfur
& the turmoil will not be fueled
by Venezuela, Iraq, or Peru
pay attention to the politics of the
un-original man
Black family—as the rib shatters to dust
the candle under the bed burns up
the water is to dry to drink
now—you’re to dehydrated to think
these are the hidden treasures in the
ark of time
the living burden to death
I’ve crawled out of the impressionable
stages to walk
constantly—elevating my altitudes
God save us –
God save us
save us from—
this death march
to the Superdomes of America.
The preceeding words are lyrics from the
CD Bumpy
Tymes
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BlackCommentator.com
Spoken Word Columnist, Poet Blackman Preach (Cedric T. Bolton),
is a poet (spoken word artist) and producer, born in Pascagoula,
Mississippi and raised in Paterson, New Jersey. Cedric received
his Bachelor of Arts degree from Western Washington University
and currently resides, with his wife, in Syracuse, New York.
He is the Founder of Poetic
Black Fusion, a writers' workshop that provides access and
opportunities to poets of African Ancestry living in Central
New York. He is also the co-founder of Voices Merging,
a student-run poetry organization (spoken word) at the University
of Minnesota that provides a social outlet for undergraduate
students to develop as writers, network and express themselves
on stage. He has been writing poetry for 14 years and is published
in the Ethnic Student Center's Newsletter at Western
Washington University, The Spokesman Recorder, and
St. Cloud Times. Click
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