Slow Genocide Poem by Melvina Germain

Beware my brothers and sisters alike,
old beasts are soaring as if in flight.
sharp teeth glowing
whites of protruding eyes scarlet red,
traumatic tempers fuze as they
wish us all dead.

A slow demise of a race so feared
the entanglement of manipulation
O you must be aware.
Stop!
look around
listen to the crown.

No, no, nothing an innocent man can do.
A figure head planted on the oldest stool.
Pedestals gleam higher in place,
old feet firmly planted a true disgrace.
Hecklers, laughing at clowns and fools
all bringing forth what old men ruled.
Much work is done by a brothers hand
a ruination of a people from the oldest land.

Blood for blood we take our own
financially ruined by kings of the throne.
Bankers laugh while paupers sing
lost in the center of a lonely ring.
Poor wretched man, you've met the beast
sitting in a cage with no release.

Streets filled with chalk like dust
white as snow, partake you must.
Vultures howled in delight you see
no sight coming forth of prosperity.
Our future, stolen before our eyes
performing a slow genocide in disguise.

Lock em up, cart them away
in fields they work day by day.
A new found slave, legalized pain,
another ravished human becomes insane.

Street walker, street walker, hoodies stay clear
gunmen are watching all targets there,
Death in the streets, yes a Black man's blood
mocking, jeering, calling good men thugs.

Hurled to the streets
more families lost.
The link is gone at a monumental cost,
Prostitutes born, drug addicts too
O justice, I'm longing and searching for you.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: July 31/2015