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Inspired…But Tired By Colin “Steady” Rock

You know…

I wake up inspired.

Then I get tired

of hearing of how my brothers and sisters

are gettin’

fired upon.

I do my Sun Salutation to greet the mornin’

and then the news brings the blues

and I’m in mournin’ …

Again.

My meditation is filled

with visions of trepidation…

hands on the wheel,

hands behind my back,

wavin’ my hands in the air…

And yet, they be firin’ the guns

like they just don’t care.

Where is the justice?

Or is it just fear among you … of us?

The system and

the boys in Blue

scared of the Black man and his prowess…

Now This…?

You’d be scared too

if you

kept him chained

raped his woman

cut off his foot

told him he was dumb

beat him ‘til he was numb

then lived in,

wrote the laws that oppress him in,

and jailed him in …

what he built ….

Yeah, that would create serious guilt

And worry about the how

the payback is gonna come.

“I feared for my life” is the mantra

but why can’t ya

tell the truth…?

Your DNA – Do Not Admit it deceptiveness is

your justification for the lies and manipulation

Then there’s the Grand Jury and

there’s the verdict that unleashes a fury

and it can’t be decided

or

there’s justification for the attacks

despite the facts

even when it’s right there on video

no no no

You shot those Black men right in their backs

And what’s this now

with activists’ arms up

their fists

above their heads

workin’ to create a movement,

yet turnin’ up dead?

Nonetheless

the message is being spread

and it’s been time for the real act to be read.

I wake up inspired.

Then I get tired

of hearing of how my brothers and sisters

are gettin’

fired upon.

I do my Sun Salutation to greet the mornin’

and then the news brings the blues

and I’m in mournin’ …

Again.

Where is the justice?

Copyright © 2018 by Colin “Steady” Rock

Colin “Steady” Rock has been writing poetry for more than 50 years, inspired by the great Amiri Baraka and Haki Madhubuti aka Don L. Lee. He joined a four-person poetry group called The Dozens during the early 90’s and blessed the mic to snapped fingers at Brooklyn’s Blue Moon Café, Sisters Uptown Bookstore, Barnes & Noble, and other New York City venues. “I try to be consistent and steady while indulging my passions and my interactions with others. Poetry allows me to express my feelings with jazz beats going on behind my words.”

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