Black Rain

there’s~
no sun today

                Tomorrow ‘s

                  sure to be
                   the same

                                     Another prince
                                      another queen
                                         another king
                                                 has died

children bare witness                                                                                                                                                                             they shed tears                                        they mourn being born 

                                a mother cries . . .

                                she cradles
                 her firstborn's head

the blood trickles

        from a hole
             made by

        musket fire

 

                               down her bosom ~

                                to settle
                                in her womb 

                                       she cries

                                             until
                                     her ducts
                                     run dry

 

                               women . . .
 
                                bow their heads
                                in solemn prayer

                                      for husbands
                                      and lovers

                                       gone too soon 

her heart beats                                   

                a rage
no one fathoms

 

                              the devil . .

                           has taken
                            her heart
                              this day  

 

          she holds her head

                        and                                                                                                                                                                                                       screams at the sky                           

 

             T H E R E ‘ S   N O    G O D .. !

 

             today she walks away
             from her religion

 

                                       the one prayer
                               she begged of god

                                            he denied  . .

                          h e r   s o n   i s   d e a d
 

The sky’s overcast~

    thunder claps
        for a prince

    m u r d e r e d . . !

         like Y'shua

 

Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me . ?

 

                    and                                                                                                                                                                              from the skies

this day

 

                       The heavens

                                   cried . .


                        N I G G E R . .  !

 

s c a r s  , , ,

worn                                                                                                                                                                                                           on bloodied backs

like tattoos                                                                                                                                                                                         gained at war                                         

 

                                    dance   
                                    scream
                                    fester

                                     ooze

to the melodies
        of the whip

                                    and

                      to the sting

                       of the stick

 

 nothing you do shall break me

 

 I can't breathe~

and                                                                                                                                                                                                     still I know                                                                                                                                                                                             I will not break

 

                        y o u   c a n   k i l l   m e

 

my pain                                                                                                                                                                                                is nonnegotiable

                                         it's not
                          for you to take 

 

                          I Would Not Succumb
 

                                                          I’m
 

                               B L A C K   R A I N


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