FROM THE DUST I ROSE
TO THE BACK OF THE BUS I GO
I THROW SIMILES AT THE SUN AND WATCH METAPHORS TOUCH THE MOON
AS A PEOPLE MARCH ONWARD TO EXTINCTION, YOUNG MEN GONE TOO SOON
GIRLS GONE WILD RAISING ILLEGITIMATE AFTER ILLEGITIMATE CHILD
DESTINED FOR AN ILLITERATE EXISTENCE WHILE WAITING FOR A TRIAL
TRIBULATIONS ABOUND AS I RESOUND WITH A FROWN
WATCHING THE BLOOD OF A DIASPORA DRIPPING ON THE GROUND
FROM FRESH WOUNDS AS WELL AS ANTIQUATED INJURIES
WAITING ON A MULE AND 40 ACRES FOR CENTURIES
THE TIME IS NOW BEFORE THE TIME HAS PASSED
OR WE AS A PEOPLE WILL SURELY NOT LAST
I ASK EACH AND EVERY ONE
MAN, WOMAN, DAUGHTER, SON
DO YOU VALUE YOUR BIRTH OR THINK OF YOUR DEMISE
A LETTER TO THE BETTER AND WORDS TO THE WISE
RISE LIKE THE TIDES IN THE BAY CHESAPEAKE
THINK BEFORE YOU MOVE, SURMISE BEFORE YOU SPEAK
REACH FOR THE STARS INSTEAD OF WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION
WE'VE BEEN PLACED ON THIS GLOBAL EXPANSE WITH SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS
YET WE CHOOSE THE PATH OF THE UNRIGHTEOUS
READY...AIM...THE FIRE MIGHT JUST
ETERNALLY BURN FLAMES THAT WON'T BE EXTINGUISHED
YOUR RIGHT TO A PEACE IS WHAT YOU RELINGUISH
AND A PIECE OF YOUR RIGHTS WILL BE GONE FOREVER
UNLESS WE END THE GENOCIDE AND STAND TOGETHER
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