WEBBED WORDS...

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life

Spun webbed words weave true tales

knitted and woven with worn threads

spooled from the loom of keloid memories:

experienced sojourns on the cross of time.

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So many suns have risen and gone down;

so many moons have waxed and waned;

so many tears and much blood have fallen.

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We’ve sailed many seas; crossed many rivers;

climbed many mountains; trekked many valleys;

we’ve downed many Jericho walls.  Yet

many more challenges remain to be conquered.

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While we may no more be where we once were, yet

we’re not near to where we ought to be.

The destiny of our total liberation remains to be manifested.

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The web of our reality catches fertile tomorrows

pregnant with new sons and new daughters—

cocooned warriors evolving to sting and plague

injustice and deceit; warriors soaring with liberation’s

quivered arrows inked with written webbed words—

Weapons in the struggle: free your mind and you are.

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No longer can the black holes of ignorance,

apathy and deceit, deter us!  No longer

can black holes of bigotry and racism stop us!

Black holes of injustice and genocide delete us!

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There’s no stopping us now!  We are free!  Free!

The promised land is freedom of mind.  Get ready y’all!

A train’s coming...whistle, blowing…bells ringing…!

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