Choice Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

We went to vote and floodgates of waters became our pathway to justice.

What should have been a human right became a death sentence to vote for black people.

Civil unrest exploded; days of controlled tactics were enforced; monkeys go back to Africa and vote.

Nights of their patronage for our well-being foreshadowed our humanity of unrest.

In exchange for our words of justice they invited themselves to our homes with fires and ropes hanging from trees.

Our brothers were vanquished with bullets of freedom; our sisters were dehumanized for their eyes of pleasures.

Robes of their choirs at night were singing songs of look at them niggers' burn!

With their Christian beliefs they honored themselves for another victory for mankind.

Remembering the cross they crucified our flesh with kerosene and blades of torture.

Little black boys and little black girls were traumatized with night visions of white robes.

Over the horizons with a new era has brought us blue uniforms saying they were in fear of their lives.

A deranged white man can chase a blue uniform with a hatchet and be tased to subdue him.

A black man with his hands up has sixteen bullets ripping his flesh while on the ground.

Our choice is incapacitated with the color of our skin; our choice is met with fear because we are black; to die or live is their choice for us!

Written by Theodore Mosley

February 6,2019