Poetry Rant

Rant/Poetry

Close your eyes for a moment,
See the world blind,
Look back at history with these eyes and rewind.
Venture deep beneath the culture.
The history left lost.
A world without struggle
Triumph or loss.

We are what we lose.
Nothing more, nothing less.
We are the internment camps,
We are the slaves,
We are the emotions left staved.
We are typical at best.

I am nothing but an image.
The one you wish to see.
Tied down by shackles in a system against me.

Our fight is not black, our fight is not white.
Our fight is green.
And we fight for our rights.

Would it matter if I was white,
Would it change what I write?
Do I have to be black?
To see that its people of all creeds, colors, races and denominations that are
Under attack

They create problems, ones without solutions
To veil us from seeing the solution is cutting down an age old institution.
The resolution much clearer when we open our eyes,
Come to the conclusions and wholly realize.
Its not the white man’s fault nor a black man’s problem.
They pickpocket and control, their murderous robbers

Blow up the bank
Watch Wall Street Fall,
Or Watch them reach into your pockets and go for it all.