Still Marching For Justice 2/30

On the 4th day of the 4th month of the 40th year of your life April 4, 1968 Thinking of your decision to join the Poor People’s Campaign I wonder if you knew… That some decisions ain’t have to be made Some choices don’t come back All ain’t fair in love and war cause human ignorance is rigid with misery when surrounded by hate On the 4th day of the 4th month of the 40th year of your life I wonder if you knew when Dolly called she was bearing bad news Like you said, death of a beloved flattens and dulls everything Bring them mountains and grand ideas to eye level, snatching away their glow I wonder how many pieces of your shattered heart you left on the kitchen floor Wonder if you knew the depression you went in would end with it so securely wound around your neck If that darkness absent of presence in the middle of a jungle almost smothered you Snatched the God from your breath and left… nothing That all you could do was write… so you did so for your life I wonder if they knew… when they took our elders took our leaders took our people Just like Malcolm Just like Martin Just like Fred They were better off dead than alive to them Closed mouths can’t inspire Can’t lead Can’t save Take your savior Erase your history Rewrite the books and make it look like slavery was pleasant Just some peasants paying off a debt they didn’t owe Just some black boys resisting an arrest never warranted Just some “covfefe” Some fake news like the Panthers weren’t out here feeding our people for our good Like Martin wasn’t out here moving our folks cross them bridges From Selma to Montgomery On them seats at Woolworth Freedom riding them buses to be met with force and destruction Met with beatings Just like then Bloody Sunday can now be any day of the week Like who needs water hoses when guns are legal Kill our people on TV in front of a national audience and still get off Still don’t pay Still ain’t safe Still marching on Washington Still got job equality but not equal pay Got fair housing but you can’t pay to be safe We still got the right to fight but a mother can’t save her son’s life Can’t wear hoods while walking home at night Can’t protest in peace without being run over or arrested Dr. Angelou I see you knew that peace had nothing to do with ruffling feathers That sometimes the greatest agony is what the world attempts to convince you you can’t change Some chains hide in plain view, they stay open cause the mind is closed Some windows can’t pour blessings because the soul is missing We still hungry for them lessons Still trying to accomplish something we love in the midst of someone else’s hate Still courageous Still spitting truth Still no justice no peace Still lighting torches of consciousness in young minds Still fighting By any means necessary…

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