Poetic Justice Poem by Alex Kenneh

Silence lambs it won’t be long
Blacked out facing mental slavery
Told to make do
Wilde nature whipped out
Baggage bound emancipated, no asylum
Only paid in thought, disregard reparations,
Face flushed hidden expressions
Incarcerated brother with good intentions

But guilty as usual why even interrogate
Centuries preventing redemption
Killed prophets, bystanders with blind eyes,
Short shrift, longer with each bat,
Woke up conscious.