Shots Fired
For my people…
We are haunted by the past, the ghosts of a generation
The soul of Black men endangered and hunted
Our peonage continues in the subconscious dungeon of thought
Lashing out at each other, bullets chasing, body silhouettes multipy
Our future perilous, under siege, zip codes denote war zones
Already marked for death we continue to hunt each other
Brazen, wild eyed and at a loss for love, we coddle hate
Self-hate the most dangerous is a disease surging through our veins
Shots Fired
he silence of faith is deafening, religious leaders distant from the fray
Disengaged from the struggle preaching patience over action
Our mental muscle skewed and washed by oppression pitting Love against Hate
A battle waged for centuries
Armed and dangerous dragging families through the choking pain of loss
The assault on life and liberty ia apparent every waking hour, numb to the consequence
Shots Fired
Love of self is paramount in this war we wage, able then to reciprocate
The power of Love will conquer the perils of hate, envy, and bigotry in any form
Spread the word…
SH