For The Stolen Ones (Dedicated to Mike Brown)

I've never experienced the lynchings in Mississippi or Alabama

60 years removed from today yet more relevant than ever

I don't have to be that clever to realize that the hands of time

are creatively being pushed back to the times of despair for the darker ones

Our children are being stolen from us, their lives extinguished as if they are being teleported to another realm

As we weep over our children deaths, under tragic conditions that we are witnessing live!

Is it only I who notice that Southern Whites are lynching us with ammunition?

No ropes, No trees, just police officers bullets cutting through the Southern breeze

Strange fruit lying on urban streets

Their life force extinguished like leaves falling to the earth from a dying tree

Despite it all

We fight, unite, yell, scream, cry, ask God why

Protest, unrest, cursing, hearts bursting

Shoot me too, I am ready to die!

At least I will decide under what condition

No longer allowing the hands of policemen to casually suck the air out of my environment

We are here to save our children from the goblins who

use to come for them at night but now

extinguish their souls in broad daylight

For the stolen ones we are here ready to fight

For you.