The world is transitioning through so many things.
The life we once knew will never be the same for so many, myself included.
After watching with sadness as the world burns and cries for freedom rings out, this whispered to be heard.
Be safe whenever you are.
Do those who still march
Echo words of profound truths linked to
Lamentations of generational curses
Or are they simply ignored by many as the
Songs and faces of the Forgotten
Even though their placards scream in unison
Black Lives Matters
As another of the fallen has a date with the Lord
After he's travelled in a convoy of black hearses
You may pass their heritage
Name
Country
Gender
Status and race
Around like cheap cigarettes
In badly lit secret rooms
The swirling grey smoke may sing of creating
Misplaced trust and
Manipulating televisions and newspapers with
Familiar white lies
But still, they walk proud
Filled with no fear of repercussions
Or regrets
Some of you in power or just followers of the old herd
May know deep inside
The ancestral pain you've once again caused
As just one new voice cried
The sounds imitating the thousands and millions of people
Who fell tormented and tortured before they died
The generations once held in slavery's white and green fields
As you still today
Pray to your imperialistic Mammon Gods
To get and sit where
You are
Can you really not see
Their blood is still on your hands
Even though now you've come so far
Blinded with corruption greed and a dark feeling of supremacy
The day will soon come when you pause to think and reflect
When you look into those silver gilded mirrors
In those secret back rooms
Where you plan and instigate
Do you ever comprehend
Due to your cognitive dissonance
You willbathe in the flames of Diablo's fires
Forever when you die
One of many lost souls
Doomed and cursed
To walk alone
Lonely forever
To cry endlessly like those poor souls
Who once walked behind so many black hearses
One day we will cheer and rejoice
As you and your like
No longer
Have a powerful voice
We will celebrate drunk with happiness and love
Long into the night
As history
YouTube Twitter Facebook or Instagram
Records and archives our plights
But until then all we
Can do is curse
And march
Lament and sing
Remembering the fallen and their names as we
Rejoice
Pleading for freedom
And everything it brings
For salvation is our only song
And marching is our chorus
Will you listen as our cries for justice
For yesterday today and the future
Rings out
As our ancestor's symphony is sung
Alleluia Alleluia Alleluia
Oh Lord
Justice will come
Alleluia
Oh Lord
Justice will come
Copyright John Duffy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem