A fire this time… will burn white hot
Talking with it the rancor and malevolence… the stench of animus
Melting the chains that remain… emancipating
Boiling over steamy hot, the Negro problem is really status quo
We seek change over revenge
God Willing
Change that will douse the inferno that enkindles Amerika’s soul
Stepping out from under the umbra
Scream to shout, Black lives do matter, don’t they
A fire that illuminates
Revel in your Blackness
Recall your glory
Our shoulders are heavy with this Amerika
“Go on brush your shoulders off”
SH