Death March – Poetic Black Fusion

The current issue is always free to everyone

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

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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