God's Hands Poem by Mustafa Marconi

Driven to the limits
We cross this path again
Commands and orders given
To him your not a man
Stopped in view of neighbors
Cuffed and forced to kiss the ground
Enduring scrutiny and degradation
Description matched but no evidence found
Not long ago the same scenario
Found blackness facing blood thirsty clans
Lynched in view of smiling, unremorseful faces
We put our fate in god’s hands
The god forced upon us with whips and chains
The god of Willie Lynch and our slave masters
A religion that embraces intimidation and torture
And prepares it’s burdened souls for the here after
Driven to the limits
We’ve crossed this path again
Time and place seem different
You still are not a man
The lasting effects of Willie’s instructions continues to rule the day
Empower the woman, emasculate the man
Turn the field negroes against the house negroes
Utilize fear and ignorance to maintain the upper hand
Stopped in view of cameras
Stomped and beaten to the ground
Enduring terror and degradation
We march for justice but no dignity is found
Not long ago a similar scenario
Found blackness facing water hoses, dogs and racist policemen
Beaten, jailed, and lynched in view of smiling, unremorseful faces
We put our collective fate in our slave master’s god hands
The god forced upon us by brainwashed, money hungry preachers
The god of George Bush, Willie Lynch, and Creflo Dollar
A religion that stand idly by
As our young men are emasculated and murdered
A religion raking in billions
While the children of slaves give praise and holler
Beaten to the limits
We cross his path again
Commands and orders given
You still are not a man