The Wretched Of The Earth

“Every generation, out of relative obscurity, must discover its mission; fulfill it or betray it.”

Frantz Fanon

something is terribly wrong when

broken homes and hearts

in need of love bleed endless

floods of pain. the moon wanes &

wombs drain but why do souls

have to do the same? life was meant

to be caterpillar metamorphosis &

spider webs weaved intricate

but not this, not this

unmarked grave of unburied

morbid ignorance spreading like

zombie infection; not this early childhood

detection of symptoms untreated &

used to pimp them like

streetwalkers in Brazil, yet even still

there is sunlight in the mourning

after senseless murders &

miscarriages of justice

when lives get aborted after conception

by death encapsulated like pills popped

to prevent any further fetal development &

we are all semen in the ocean of life

seeking the shores of fertilization

or at least the realization that something’s

don’t have to be all hazardous waste

products of an environment in the throws

of nuclear fallout and fractured families;

this insanity, this carnival

is not as the intended course of the wind

rather it is the effort of a Trojan horse

filled with men intent on proliferating

the virus which AIDS in the endangerment

of the species. this is global warming on Black hate &

the effects of plantation life with all of its

excessive abuses carried out on

the chosen people who are now

nothing more than the wretched

of the earth, unaware that they are

awaiting the rebirth of the rainbow

which will let them know that

no more tornadoes will blow them away.

but now the fires burn &

the earth quakes &

volcanoes erupt &

stars fall &

mountains move &

the oceans rage

like nations engaged in cowboys &

indians until the enslaved are emancipated &

proclamations  of liberty are made as free

as the natural resources that cause

war and displacement

like black youth who are being

erased and sent to purgatory

for the sins of their oppressors

committed against their fathers &

mothers in hopes that they

would never realize that they

are the dry bones in the valley &

the stone carved out of a mountain 

without hands who will stand with the Lamb

as the son of man redeemed from

the chitterling circuit &

strange tongues which offer praise to

mighty ones of wood and stone.

yet it should be known that creation is

anticipating the reappearance

of heaven’s stars, which they are,

to shine their righteousness on earth

but first they must ascend to the firmament

where the sea of glass by beasts cannot

be traversed. and when the dust settles

after the revolution, how it was in the beginning

so shall it be in the end

as the first shall be last &

the last shall be first

when the world will experience

atonement and peace will finally descend