IT’S TOO LATE TO PRAY
Society newspapers spread ink the color of blood,
another shooting in the street where Blacks get no love.
Your pants around your ankles will not stop a black death,
a bullet in the chest and then there’s nothing left.
The hearing of warning shouted, “put your hands up!!”
BANG YOU DEAD……..white supremacy don’t give a FUCK!!
No one wants to hear the reality of blacks getting KILL!!
I have told you once before the MATRIX IS REAL!!
“Gun, gun, gun.”……..that’s the code for a bullet in the head!!
Nobody cares if you are BLACK full of hot gun LEAD!!
“Good dog! Good dog!”………….that’s the fucking way they think!!
then the BOOM from a gun then you history in a blink.
The autopsy disclosed his organs are gone,
feeling sad we go listen to the “Redemption Song!!”
The wind curls around me hearing voices with my pen,
I know one day all this BULLSHIT is going to END!!
Mr. Clark didn’t have a gun, but a cell phone got you killed!!
Amadou Diallo, 22, died in a hail of bullets too late to write his will!!
Danny Ray Thomas, your pants were too low its time to die!!
Sean Bell, 23, shot over 5o times and people question WHY!!
Tamir Rice was shot by police 12 years old is never too young!!
Walter Scott, 50, was fatally shot and never tried to run!!
Gregory Gunn, 58, got shot just asking for HELP!!
And the FUCK UP thing about this poem is their plenty more LEFT!!
The echoes of the dead voice begin ringing in my ear,
then NAT TURNER blood within say, “HAVE NO FEAR!!”
But my good intentions are for society to understand,
you don’t have to be a HERO to SPEAK OUT like a MAN!!
I spent years of my life watching my children grow,
trying to teach them the injustice of things they should know.
I find myself in a happy space thinking about my mother face,
then in the news, another Black shooting death takes her place!!
Today’s the day I move to my own reality,
I’ve been hiding all my fears trying to protect my family!!
I thought I knew who to trust when I called the police,
now, I realize I might be calling WHITE SUPREMACY!!
Live for something or die for nothing the wise say,
I suddenly gain courage seeing Philando Castile beautiful face!!
Silence becomes an enemy when you look the other way,
Mother was right when she was dying saying, “SON IT’S TOO LATE TO PRAY.”……..(WRITTEN BY THE AWAKEN ONE………….ASE!!)……..Written By: PATRICK HORNSBY…… All Rights Reserved ©®U…/03/28/2018.
