Doom

They have told me to lay still and let love die, No, no, not I, never will I sit by like I'm at a bus stop, for my thoughts are violently and brutally scared of seen our children ripped from their mother's arms, even though I sit calm, I refused to be swallowed by this darkness, that tear through my undying infatuation to shed light on our current situation, to complete my ministration before applying battle dressings to my multiple wounds left by a corrupted administration, where arrows has been plucked from the vessel of God's creation...we are the demonstration of separation, the example of integration, only to live mentally in segregation, where the feeling of frustration is deciphering our homes, where father's are unknown at birth, and we still are fighting this current hurt that has killed more than they have created upon this earth, where the seeds of this system lies are rooted so deeply in the cracks of the foundation of a world we once shared, where we was once feared, now we are living in fear, guided by the demons that has became our overseers, invisible to the eyes, praying and hoping that our Father hear our cries... these thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream, obviously, this is not a empty dream, I can hear the screams from the delivery room to the classroom, where the flowers bloom, to deals being cut in the courtroom with a golden loom, where darkness lies everywhere, until life smells like a tomb, where there is a great hatred, but little room to move like I'm still being carried in my mother's womb, where idiot wind are blowing through the flowers on my tomb, as I glanced into the chamber where the judges are talking, as their lies blow through the curtains of another African room, before he face terror of all terrors before he doom, I knew him, and he once knew me, now we both sit trapped in a cage awaiting our doom...Doom... July 9, 2023... written by Sa Ra Safari Messiah Kamau