With One Eye Open

We have not fainted in the face of flammable injustice
Although, some have fallen asleep
While others of us have taken to their rest

Negroes are multicolored spectacles
As is the summer breeze—unpredictable
Lavishing consciousness and whisk in a moment’s wake

Too many Negroes have died
On the plains of death are unmarked burial sites
Permission to kill the Black body—unabated

Names have remained the same because of innocence
In America, Due Process is two tiered
Numerator oppresses denominator

Oh what privilege that must be
Our eyes so swollen we cannot see for blindness
Who sanctioned Black on Black violence

Was it not the slave master
It was for the sanctioning of the two Black Brutus’
Soon to bash each other with fists and stone

Where might the Negro victor atone
Is it in the monastery
Is it before the great white throne of judgment

A man had the audacity to say
Do not blame Jesus for the sins of his people
How can the Negro turn a blind eye

We Negroes must sleep with one eye open
We do not possess a third-eye
Everything to the Negro is Black or White

We have not fainted in the face of flammable injustice
Although, some have fallen asleep
While others of us have taken to their rest


                                                                                                                ~ With One Eye Open


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  1. I must admit I have read but a small volume of your work, but this is surely one of your best. What a truly wonderful read.

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    1. My friend your compliment is quite affirming. Please note that it is warmly receive and held in high regard J Matthew Waters.

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