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Looking to the heavens begging your maker to please take you home. Flesh shredded from bone pain unbearable blast from your foe not seen feet walked away from you hoping not to become John Doe on the battlefield. Body broken for the RED WHITE and BLUE decorated with medals sent home to die in your new home wheelchair made just for you. Sacrificed at nineteen refuse discarded in your land of birth just another citizen that litters the earth. Lies told that a hero you will be eyes looking beyon...

Tears are falling in the Congo spilling on your colorful dress face beautified with pain and anguish soldiers with their mighty guns visiting you without asking taking your treasure sharing the bounty with many treating your body like the enemy leaving emptiness inside you that grows to become like you reminder of the tears that flowed when your beauty was abducted. Tears are falling in the Congo voices unheard in the jungle of Africa shouting out mercy please someone hear me tears falling li...

Last night you whispered goodbye to me in my sleep disappearing amongst the stars taking our memories with you. I watched you leave without opening my eyes feeling your vile presence seeping away from the room. Dark clouds vanished brightness appeared though its dark. Relieved I am. Storybook fling closed. Your face I will no longer behold. Door slam shut. Forever. I will pray for you though not tonight I am tired. Tomorrow.

Welcome to my America a land given to me without choice in my youth a land that created a man and shaped my views. My America with its bleeding wounds suffered in battles fought along shores and slave driven cotton fields blood shed for freedom for those taken far away from home crossing many seas. Welcome to my America where blood bathes the memory of the soldiers of the sixties when dogs teeth left imprints of courage and water hoses drowned bravery of men and women whose lives were taken b...

These are not your Martin Negroes your lunch counter Negroes walk behind me two paces Negroes turn the other cheek Negroes who stood and watch while batons rained down on heads Negroes blood staining flesh Negroes not raising hands in protest Negroes pray to Jesus he will beset Negroes. These are your Malcolm Negroes a new breed carrying four hundreds years of frustration Negroes who read countless stories and saw the movies played out daily in their communities bear arms to protect resurrect...