~ Incapacitating Cultural Experience, Imperfect Character Expires,or 757 in the 775 ~
Written 8/8/18, revised 8/15/18 (Final Version) To open ‘Sit in to Stand Up’
A cell is the unit of life,
a cell can be filled with fancy numbers in excel’s accounting,
but we can’t account for the strife,
in children dying, and their numbers mounting.
Seven hundred fifty seven precious children’s lives,
if this lesson lived isn’t survived,
and their frames crack,
just like the sun dried bread unleavened,
waiting in hell to get to freedom, family, or heaven.
So we will be bound and gagged,
to represent the deadline lagged,
ninety four minutes freshly tagged,
so that another little body isn’t bagged.
She may not have even been in a cell at the time.
But the hell she could never tell before the cell,
plus the well of memories from the cell,
well, it was just too much.
The towel thrown in, the wrung bell and such.
We want to s/cell everything in this country,
with a ‘c’ and a ‘s’,
the same things we’ve always tossed
at this uncontrollable mess.
Two of the three in our
Stars and Stripes trinity;
the third and missing is death.
All hail the almighty dollar,
and if it can’t be bought or fought for,
bombed, or rom-commed,
then it should be dropped or locked up
on the spot, because it might keep
me or the powers that be
from getting a lot, when the getting is good,
This girl. This child. This image bearer of God.
This world, not so meek and mild,
wild and bright-eyed,
laughs at the fractures in our bod.
This world sees our gangs and their struggles for power,
It sees our governments and their perpetual drifts,
it sees the heart of man ready, willing, and able to devour,
but struggling to leave its youth a pathway to the truth,
or good and sustainable gifts.
This world sees us strain to uplift,
but tear down without breaking stride.
It sees our extreme emotions shift,
rising again the perpetual waves,
making heroes turn in their graves,
signifying undying white pride.
We honor the question
what can brown do for you
when it’s UPS in the world
of commerce and logistics,
But drag our feet with
morality in the USA
speaking in a world
of ethics and mystics.
This world aims to see where we should aim,
As Brendan C. says, the opposite of a gun
is wherever you point it,
I cannot tell you her first, middle, or last name,
or that of a special advocate who was appointed.
The headline came and went leaving us spent looking to blame,
whoever for the simple now being disjointed.
It’s as if we’re waiting in line to sub in to this wicked game,
while continuously weeping, hoping to be anointed.
This world see us begging for the truth to be revealed,
This world sees us burying our daughters and sons.
It sees us removing tattered stitches from wounds that never properly healed,
and this world laughs at our getting in our own way, becoming undone.
So before the world conspires to have our fate sealed,
We must stand up and be counted as goodness minions.
And whether, in this world, you’ve sat by, stood up, or peacefully kneeled,
take heart in the world, for we were not meant for this one.
Mothers are down on their knees in our streets,
no shoes on their feet, feeling incomplete,
crying out to the author of all life above.
The answer, so simple and sweet,
in today’s world, an astounding feat,
the answer my friends, is to love.