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In the American independence war many black slaves were promised freedom for serving in the military.

Black Poem (Black History Month)

Disarm your thoughts
war exists in the minds of men
Bullets penetrate dispatching men to hell
Hearts turn evil when they are meant to help
Inflation's up and has hit some of your egos
But liberal minds fly high like eagles
Bearing heavy thought like back in the day negroes

So...
This is a poem for my brothers and sisters,
aunts and uncles....
Snatched from home through the high seas,
shackled on arms and ankles...

This is a song for the blues they sang...
a song for the blues they sang.
A thought spared for the sisters they raped
and the brothers they hang.

And for those who didnt hear of their courage in the war...
consider this a memo.
Those who didnt hear about their spirit in the battlefields...
consider this a memo...
of the mental wars these folks endured
trapped in a slave dynamic.
Those who accepted were considered cured

But this...
this is for those whispers of rebellion
from brother to brother, neighbour to neighbour
those lashed and served with hard labour

For freedom was a hard concept
for a nigga to see,
Especially when you parade him
in a market as a commodity.

For you cannot think free
and seek change..am telling you
When 'change' is what they seek
right after selling you!

"We got apples... bracelets...gold and this nigga!!!"
"Buy this house nigga..get that field nigga for free!!

But then the war came....
And the North had the South on the floor
I said the North had the South on the floor
And the white Master's figure,
they could use a Nigga to win the war

"Nigga!...Put down the basket and pick up a musket.. "
Freedom offered on highways to the casket!

Brothers enlisted....
declining numbers of white volunteers
Spouses turned into nurses and spies,
Sisters crying volume tears

With freedom in sight,
brothers fought with anticipation
Military service intertwined with emancipation

But harder than the hard labour in the cotton fields
Brothers boxed bullets in the battlefields

I said.....harder than the hard labour in the cotton fields
Brothers boxed bullets in the battlefields!!

For a chance to be free

For a chance to enjoy....
...the taste of freedom!!!

Inkwa 2011 All rights reserved

Poetry by in'kwa
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Written on 2012-02-16 at 19:50