A Collection of Poems
Rage
Do you ever feel rage?
A subtle feeling you can’t quite explain
With thoughts you just can’t get out your brain
Where it feels like maybe you’ve gone insane
Can you feel this rage?
Trapped in this cage
A slave to a wage
Killin ourselves just to maintain
Heart pounding in my chest
Like drums bursting through my breast
Rage consuming all my breath
Washing over every piece of me until nothing left
Cant you feel this rage?
Rising from our ancestors who were enslaved
Ripped for the shores of The Continent & transported in chains
Whipped our bodies but taught to never let them take our brains
Don’t you feel the rage?
Deep inside your soul’s frame
The one you must maintain to even stay sane
To rebuke these devils & remember our name
Revolutionary, Emancipator, Liberator
The Invisible Hand
The Invisible Hand of the man
of big brother, the kkkops & the kkklan
The Invisible Hand always coordinating a plan
To neutralize and eliminate any of us that take a stand
Always around, always attacking to those who can see
Helicopters over homes, pig-monitored devices in the land of the free
How can this be? How can this be?
Well you see, amerikkka is the land of the thief
The Invisible Hand controlling the COINTELPRO war tactics meant to silence
Constantly propagandizing our genocide to desensitize us from the violence
Defiance to the alliance of these tyrants is the ancestors’ guidance
Centuries of holocaust and yet they call our resistance “riots”
The Invisible Hand of the man
of big brother, the kkkops & the kkklan
The Invisible Hand seeks to terrorize but I aint never ran
The Invisible Hand can’t comprehend the power of the New-Afrikan man
Cradle 2 The Grave
From the cradle 2 the grave, Black babies never grow old
Murdered by the pigs, thrown to the systems or left outside in the cold
amerikkka makes sure from the cradle 2 the grave, Black babies never grow old
From the cradle 2 the grave, Black folx never grow old
Murdered by the pigs, captured by the systems or left outside in the cold
amerikkka makes sure from the cradle 2 the grave, Black folx never grow old
From the cradle 2 the grave, we never grow old
Gone before we are old enough to see our brightest futures unfold
Gone before we have grown old enough to share the wisdom we wish we were told
From the cradle 2 the grave, we never grow old
Patrolled to by those who uphold the genocidal control
From the cradle 2 the grave, We never grow old, but I pray you break the mold
From the cradle 2 the grave, I pray you never fold
From the cradle 2 the grave , I pray you protect your soul
From the cradle 2 the grave, remember your life is worth more than gold
By, Jordan McGowan, M.Ed
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