Monday, May 31, 2010
Memorial Day
Iam a veteran
Not of foreign battlefields
Like my father in worldwar one
My uncles in world war two
And Korea
my friends fromVietnam
And Congo “police action”
But veteran none the less
Exiledand jailed because I refused
To visit Vietnam as a running dog forimperialism
I visited Canada, Chicago, Harlem, Mexico and Belize
Federalprison for a minute
But veteran I am
of the war in the hood
warof domestic colonialism
neo-colonialism
White supremacy in blackface war
Fighting for black power that turned white
Or was alwayswhite
as in the other white people
war it was and is
Everyday without end
no RR no respite just war
For colors likekindergarten children war
For turf warriors don’t own and run whenpopo comes
War for drugs and guns and women
War for hatredjealousy envy
Dante got a scholarship
but couldn’t get on theplane fast enough
The boyz in the hood met him on the block andjacked him
Relieved him of his gear
shot him in the head becausehe could read
Play basketball
had all the pretty girls
a square
Theboyz wanted him dead like themselves
Wanted him to have a shrinewith liquor bottles and teddy bears
candles
Wanted his mama anddaddy to weep and mourn at the funeral
Like all the other moms anddads, uncle aunts cousins
Why should he make it out the war zone
Theblood and broken bones of war in the hood
No veterans day nobenefits no mental health sessions
No conversation
who cares whowants to know about the dead
In the hood
warriors gone down inthe ghetto night
We heard the Uzi at 3am and saw the body on thesteps til 3 pm
When the coroner finally arrived as children passedfrom school
I am the veteran of ghetto wars of liberationaborted
morphed into wars of self destruction
drugs supplied frompolice vans
Guns diverted from the army base
sold 24/7 behindthe Arab store.
Junior is 14 but the main arms merchant in thehood
sells guns from his backpack
His daddy wants to know how heget all them guns
Junior don’t tell cause he warrior
He’s lostmore friends than daddy
What can daddy tell him about war
deathand blood and bones
He says he will get rich or die trying
Butlife is for love not money
And if he lives he will learn.
If hemakes it out the war zone to another world
Where they murder insuits and suites
golf courses and yachts
if he makes it evenbeyond this world
He will learn that love is better than money
Forhe was once on the auction block
sold as a thing property
Formoney, yes,
for the love of money but not for love
his memoryshort and absent of truth
blunted
The war in the hood hastricked him into the slave past
Like a programmed monkey
he actsout the slave auction
The sale of himself on the corner with hishomeys
Trying to pose cool in the war zone
I will tell himthe truth
maybe one day it will hit him like a bullet
In the head
Itwill hit him multiple times in the brain until he awakens to the realbattle
In the turf of his mind.
And he will stand tall anddeliver himself to the altar of truth to be a witness
Along with hishomeys
They will take charge of their posts
They will claimtheir turf and it will be theirs forever
Not for a moment in thenight
But in the day and in the tomorrows
And the war will beover
No more sorrow no more blood and bones
No more shrines onthe corner with liquor bottles teddy bears and candles.
--MarvinX
25 May 2007
Brooklyn NY
revised 5/31/10
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Comments
The Memories of my mother and father is memorialized in my Mind, sunken deep into my DNA, so memorial Day is every day in the Mind of a Black so call Afrikan Warrior.
I do mot memorialize the Black Human Being drones who marched off willingly to give their life for a stolen country, controlled by people who have no remorse for the way our Ancestors was treated in the institution of Chattel Slavery.
So there is no day I respect that is set aside by the devil himself, to be honored with memory of those who went off to fight for the preservation of Racism, Unjustified Prejudice, Discrimination, and for the continued practice of rendering injustice to the Black so call Afrikan people.
My Honor and Sacred Divine memory is steadfast in the presence of all Fallen Warrior who have given their lives in the fight for Freedom and Independence of Afrika and for a United Black Afrikan Nation to become a Reality once more on this planet.
To those Black Warriors Only, Do I bow, and do keep secured in my Mind forever, with Honor.
Hoteph
Osiris
Chief Elder