As WEI Deathsmen, I write
strictly to end the careers of racists
Whether, or not, I can prove misconduct
Enterprises such as ours make contrite
Individuals who can't sing the Blues
Deathsmen publish the news with two clenched fists
even celebrities who deconstruct
articulations made under duress
the Ambien induced lolling tongue views
hurt the African gods, misunderstood
symbols of Blacks worldwide, beneath our skin
museums are created near the hood
exactly to instruct others of sin
not felt by non-Blacks, I make them confess
I ask you, do I not serve a purpose
witness to the perpetual horror
realized in our presence, as we walk
in front of European eyes, what fuss
to grip your purse tighter, we know the score
even children feel shame, they sense the shock
strangled by the system, to get ahead
their exploitation continues in school
rigorously enforced by the unsaid
in institutions of higher learning
coerced to perform tasks for tuition
to represent equal treatment, the rule
left for society, acts by spurning
yesterday's memories, no admission
their guilt is greed, Old World money, disgrace
of the Transatlantic Slave Trade at Brown
end the perpetuation of reproach
no woman, no cry, the music, a vase
demolished by corporate industry
that we all grew up with, tears of a clown
harbingers of a tsunami, approach
enveloped with caution, what's going on
cascades of sound tumble down on soft ears
as we listened intently, the lyrics
reflected our experience, the free
exorcized with the brave from seven gears
effortlessly grinding teeth, the oryx
rights long straight horns to push civil rights won
serving the Supreme Court, for she is blind
orders justice across the board, no guns
for egregious police to defend whom
ripples of history backlash, we find
asinine donkey ears scattered, braying
crying out, the horror, who now defunds
injustice for social welfare, the broom
sweeps together the dregs in a dustpan
to bomb our children while in church praying
something has to change, I measure the man
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