40 Acres Poem by Ozie James

That 40 and a mule is what I was promised
After physical release from captivity
Of over 400 years of free labor blood sweat and tears
While the Willie Lynch theory still spreads fears
In the minds hearts and ears
Of decendents of the first boat ride neck and rope tied
While mind body and soul collide
Trying to redirect the tides of education from a backwards society
And why when I speak these truths
You scared melanin tones want to quiet me
Going against the grain instead of trying to refrain
From the inwards calapse of the pagans trap
Being humble while you clowns mumble in vein
Of conciousness about your own existance
Stop talkin for a minute look feel and listen
The doorway to free-doom we walk right in it
Be open and humble and receive your blessing
Thats far greater than any material token
So Mr. if you aint given we takers
Let me have it my 40 acres