tiberiusprime

Black-as-coal arms outstretched
Like Moses in benediction over hopeful masses
Huddled.waiting.anticipating.
The dream!
Washington DC
August 28, 1963
King didnt have a dream
That one day the grandsons of the sons of slaves
walking in ignorance
In unison shuffling with gold chains swaying
Reflecting the emptiness of soul
To dead ancestors who dreamed for freedom
Heads bowed beneath crumbling buildings
While exhaust-painted pigeons shit
Onto concrete oasis of oil-stained gutters
Pants hung low Ass showing
Twisting Kings vision
Into a Negro Armageddon

King didnt have a dream
Black men in ghettos getting paid
By the government by getting laid
Bitch-slapping, pimping, gang-banging
Dem hoes
Making babies getting honey to make money
Would represent African-American mores
Children without Daddys
Black Daddys without a vision
Turning Kings Dream
Into a Japanese business scheme

King had a nightmare
That one day the grandsons of the sons of slaves
Blackened coal eyes enraged
Would rise up
Fighting brother against black brother
Dead ebony boys strewn across asphalt
Blood mixed with dead hope
Washington DC
Jan 20, 2009