woe Be Not Unto We In This Staged Reality

 

Woe Be Not Unto We

In This New Staged Reality

 

Despair sought a captive audience;

Hope showed up instead.

 

Faith handed out flyers. And

She gave grab bags for free courage.

 

Remembrance was the opening act;

His recall loaded with ‘That’s A Fact!”

 

The blood of memory flowed over:

We’ve survived 400 years of slavery.

 

The blood of memory flowed over:

We’ve survived the hanging of strange fruits.

 

The blood of memory flowed over:

We’ve survived KKK burnings.

 

The blood of memory flowed over:

We have survived the jim crow droppings.

 

The blood of memory flowed over:

We’ve survived unjust shoot downs.

 

The blood flow of memory flowed over: Yes!

We have survived all debilitations injected on us.

 

Intermission has come and gone;

Veil curtains have opened on Act Two.

 

The stage has now been set.  And

Shakespeare has duly been put to shame.

 

The new tragedy is merely an old reality.

And we’ll survive this ‘trumpt-up’ eddy too!

 

The curtains will close again;

But it’s not the end.

 

Remember, workers die;

But the work goes on.

 

Survive, we always have;

Survive, we always will.

 

The reality show is over;

Wipe away the laughing tears.

 

Get up, grab your grab bag.   And

Let’s get back to work!

 

If there be any virtue

In all this—please think on it!