A Thought

a thought
a star captured fallen
on political prisoners
in Attica freeing
those buried at
slave ocean graves
when will the dead see
who remebers
how the Negritude removed
francophones bcuz they
no longer desired their tongues
have we forgotten the Henry
Dumas in our soul
the Aime Cesare's
the Sun Ra on the horizon
traveling Miles on the Coltrane
trust
i know the Jazz &
tasted enough strange fruit
that Billie sang like the spirituals
wailed in strange places
by the kings and queens in chains
those strange places
we now call home
with heroine needles
and crack pipe dreams
overseers in mustangs
cracking whips that spit fire &
split the wigs of momma boys
gone hood
a thought
ive stood on holy gound
barefoot and even been
to the dead sea
but still can't wait for
the second coming of
my people to rise from America
like they say the Nazarene did
whatever happened to
Maccabbee revolts &
Exodus walks home
seems like we rather
enjoy being Pharaoh's footstool
instead the stars of heaven
a thought
i wouldnt believe it
if i didnt live it
i wouldnt receive it
if i didnt give it
i would perceive
if i didnt visit
the motherland myself
and brought to life
what was just first
a thought...