say
"I have no future.""My days are numbered."
"I was created to die young."
"I have no life in me."
"I live through the sum total of children, my Black Children!"
Black children search for the father
who loved their mother, who beat their mother,
who blamed their mother, who hated their mother,
and left their mother alone.
How these children hunger for direction,
grope for a leader, the captain of their souls;
a gang of young men like themselves.
They give themselves names like "Satan Lovers"
and do the bidding of their masters
without question, without intelligent thought.
They are enamored of the central self.
They live life fast and march in rhythm
and sing songs in rhyme and a'cappella
along the streets, on the corners of the broad way.
They step in tune to the chant, their song,
"Hey yee Satan Lovers!"
Who will cast forth the leader, the line
to save young black men from the engineered forces
of color distinction, race classification,
and the Satanic concept of the bell curve?
Who will deliver young black males
from custodial steel bars, decimation of black-on-black crimes?
Who will free them from the captive state of
self-hatred, self-inflicted, self-destructive ills?
Strong demons continue to rob the black man of the real life.
How can I protect and shield my beautiful black babies?
How can I keep them in the arms of family and the bosom of love?
All loving mothers beat their breast and
weep for their
Young Black Men!
No matter how many black men march to the tune of one religio-political power seeker, as a people there may not be an answer to these questions. But on an individual scale there is hope. Each person must seek deliverance, not from the "earth," human philosophy, human schemes, or human leaders, but from the Holy Bible wherein the true source of life lies.