Muse Poem by Ridge Dillard

Be I the last man that stood?
Good
I will be the first man to speak
The first man to speak?
Preach
Tell others of the struggle
The hungry screams muffled
Tell them were drowning down here
That I will
Can’t sit still
Spirit of Jah within me
Spirit of Nat Turner - fear me
Spirits of slaves still filthy
With the fear they carried in life
These are the apparitions which know my plight
These are the demons which mark my might
Know that I’ll fight
Know I hold disdain for the system without respite
Or weariness
Still dreariness comes accompanied with dreamlessness
A toxic touch which won’t relent
I’m infected
Thus I must pick up pad & pen again
Muse