November 1, 2007
- Issue 251 |
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Death
March Poetic Black Fusion By Poet Blackman Preach BC Spoken Word Columnist |
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Click here to listen to Blackman Preach read this poem. 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 Click here to listen to Blackman Preach read this poem. 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 here to contact Blackman Preach. |
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