Tag: black lives matter

AreWeSoFarGone?

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

AreWeSoFarGone #Soulmuze #Soulspiration #SpillingInk #MassMurder #SoulSpeaks #TimeChangesButNotMan #GunControlLaws #SameScriptDifferentCast

Everyone is so focused on sexual freedom and same sex marriage
Seems to me the focus is all wrong
#AreWeSoFarGone?
Who really cares with whom you lay
when a bullet intended or stray will take you away
AreWeSoFarGone?
Are guns and bullets
dispensed from vending machines?
Random disturbed minds find pleasure in creating mass murder scenes
AreWeSoFarGone?
No space is clear, no safety anywhere
Schools running lock down drills ,
“Hide children so you don’t get killed!”
AreWeSoFarGone?
The President is yapping words, empty sounds
Wow!! The voters agreed to ‘make america great’ by letting the country
be run by a clown
AreWeSoFarGone?
Government officials making decisions based on
your race or your ethnic stand
In a country built with people who make up “melting pot” hands
AreWeSoFarGone?
This life matters, that life matters, your flag, my flag tongues just wag and wag
But STILL no justice for the  murdered, raped, bullied, beaten man, woman, child, mother, daughter, son, dad
AreWeSoFarGone?
People hiding behind religion to serve their destructive needs
As others stay on the knees screaming, crying to whatever they worship
 “Help us find peace please!”
AreWeSoFarGone?
Excuse after excuse day after day blaming one group after another for the state of the world today
Is this true or is there some world order at play?
AreWeSoFarGone?
Conspiracy theories have plagued our lands
Is a stepford society the ultimate plan?
AreWeSoFarGone?
Mark of the beast, gps chips in everything soon to be in our brains
Mans quest to take over the world is driving everyone insane
AreWeSoFarGone?
That badge for which we once had so much respect
Now we see it, anxiety kicks in and wonder
“Will they kill me next?”
AreWeSoFarGone?
We must be…
It seems the madness is slowly taking over you, taking over we
So the question still stands…
 AreWeSoFarGone?
If we are not so far gone, how do we get back before we are totally lost?
Photo credit Soulmuze
(c) Soulmuze 2017

#SayHerName… Sandra Bland

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

In memory …One year after the death of #SandraBland, who died in police custody July 13, 2015. Black women are the #invisiblevictims…

Did you think because her name was “Bland” her life had no flavor?

Did you believe rough handling was a taste she would savor?

Dragged, beaten, shackled … how do you justify that?

Was it because she was mouthing off, answering while black?

What really happened in that surveillance video you did not display?

Did you really want her not to see another light of day?

You chose a profession that’s not  easy to do,

At any moment the streets can kill you

Your job was to take a stand to protect every woman, child and man

Does protect mean they should all be purposely killed by your “righteous” hand?

I say “righteous” in a sarcastic way

For it appears that by your hand a life disappeared in some unrighteousness scripted play

Same script different cast

How long will this “justified” killing spree last?

Whatever you do you must have a story to clear you

Even if it means massaging truths?

Are you really hiding behind the badge and gun?

Living out “the most dangerous game” for fun?

Did she take her life in that cell because you stood there giving her hell?

Did you watch like the devil telling her this was the only way?

“Kill yourself! Kill yourself!” were those the last words she heard you say?

“Bland” absence of life is what she has become.

Another victim of a uniformed officer wielding a badge and gun.

SayHerName, SayHerName her death will not be in vain…

© Soulmuze 2016

Black is nothing more to you than the absence of light…

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

life

#blacklivesmatter #livesmatter

Black is nothing more to you than the absence of light

Does the color of my skin make me a sin?

Does the texture of my hair determine whether or not you should care?

The whip marks from the backs of slaves transformed to tear streaked faces.

Confusion and question on why are there different rules for different races.

Jury of our peers what does that mean?

As I watch what has become a legal execution scene.

Maybe the laws of this land I just don’t understand.

How you can walk away when I saw you just kill a man?

Was your life in danger? Shhh, I must be silent, I must not question.

For on me you may turn your weapon.

Who fired the shot that started and ended it all?

Is death of the perpetrator always the final call?

Split second decisions are not easy to make.

But it always seems to end with a life you must take.

Was there ever a time when you shot to incapacitate?

Does a badge and weapon seal death as our fate?

Even to you my voice has no worth.

You started my journey 6 feet into the earth.

“I can’t breathe” you all heard me say.

Yet I was snuffed out anyway.

Instead of Miranda maybe you should just read my last rites.

Since black is nothing more to you than the absence of light…

© Soulmuze 2014