The unspeakable is thus written
for silence can be deadly unseen
gases oh, innocent masses
mention not riot!
in ’68 after the assassination of dr. king,
senator kennedy and malcolm…the tanks rolled down
our ghettod street. curfew caught quite
a few “terrorists” raiding supermarkets for food.
the code was red, 24/7 just
like after 9 Eleven…
po folk on the were prime targets
the panthers all afrowed, waved bloody fists
screaming for equality! panting till last breath capability.
suburbs boarded up windows and peered out,
such fright in liberty’s eyes.
rations from welfare delivered irrational
outbursts, hunger pains ate most of us up.
from our 12 inch cement porch rats watched
nervously, black cats, beat with “justice” bats.
hand held german shepards spoke in languages biting
flesh tones seeping aching reds and blues
weeping trains crossed over
“who do you belong to?” i.d.less meant without identity…
a name less, vagrant… to be used
and abused for just being “there” law was
law…for one, for all?
school books fed us mao tse tung, antics,
founding father’s practices and european
semantics…we were 3rd class 4th generationers, living in the 1st world,
trying to help develop the “backward” 3rd world go forward.
i learned very little truth in school from my 1st grade on.
can goods stocked our markets…very few
fresh veggies, can goods like spam, corn,
processed bean paste, spam…can goods with items
so old…they dare not place an expiration date,
lest we expire! now internet eats spam, too!
abandoned buildings grew like mushrooms, which
fester in lack of light…those were the dark
ages…each day, each night.
i was born in a ghetto, a slum…i know
where i come from, i am a lot.us.