American Blacks And Poor Whites Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

American Blacks And Poor Whites



The fruit from the trees have fallen,
winter has come
none of the young can even remember.
I'm speaking of Americans I speak to you
and not any other outside of our borders
but you.
And as has was done to the
American Indians now will be done
unto you.
Three and one half months he has had
to prepare to insult you.
The Black American Africans, whoa stop me
here, American Blacks
have been terrorized by racist whites
since being stolen
from their homes long ago.
In fact from a medical perspective,
they have generational P.T.S.I.
untreated not acknowledged,
kept in the dark by white capitalist hearts.
The end of our great Republic, done in by fear
allowing children with Guns, to kill you.
Faced with change, like he said
killed maimed and tortured by some strange
rule of law, poached from ambush killed in the open
by your children.
Are Republicans to afraid to embrace change
or will they scorch the earth
and obliterate most of the Blacks to stay.
Deal with these issues openly or half of U.S. will die.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: police brutality
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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