Misdirected Soldier Poem by K.C Baylor

Misdirected Soldier



African soldier, American warrior

Power to the black man

The earth is your battlefield

It is the earth that drinks your blood

It is into the earth that you bleed

Is this what you'll teach your seed?

Will you still wage war on another African soldier, American warrior?

Have you looked in the mirror?

It is you that you shoot

It is you that you stab

It is you that you lay to rest

How have you gotten caught up in this mess?

It was once a time that you went to war on your enemy

When have you become the enemy?

When was it?

When was the moment that you drew your bow and

You pointed your arrow at your own reflection

When was it?

The misdirected soldier

Your captain never showed you which line to stand on

The misdirected soldier

The angry African warrior

When will you look in the mirror?

To see yourself

To tell yourself

To be yourself

Walking in a line going backwards

Misdirected soldier

When will you notice that your war paint has faded?

When will you notice that your mind is now jaded?

Power to the black man

You've heard it but you can't understand it
As you look at the dirt

As you search mother earth

You try to redirect yourself

You try to impress yourself

Yet you suppress yourself

Being a soldier means you can free yourself

From the enemy within yourself

Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: black african american
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was inspired by the unnecessary violence dealt by the hands of black men toward black men. It is sort of a wake up and see what you're doing to yourself poem. I dedicate it to all of the strong and beautiful black men who lost their way, but are still within arms reach.
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K.C Baylor

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