This Poem Poem by Victor Adex

This poem won't say a thing
To the ears of the uncircumcised
It won't mean a thing

This is not a poem to condone history's miscarriages
This is a poem of fury towards forgetfulness,
to spank and correct

Of hypocritical ships, deadly seas, storms and drowning
Of treachery, treason, deceit and betrayal

About nations of Mizrah and Ethiopia
About cities: Selma, Monrovia, Accra, Lagos and Soweto
About treatings: slavery, segregation, and false equity

About names: Martin, Garvey, Madiba, Kwame, Douglass
About kidnaping, mobbing, lynching, brutality, injustice
About abbreviations: the KKK, ANC, WCC, SCLC

About prison:Robben Island and Birmingham city jail
About jobs: coal mines and sugar cane plantations
About symbols: freedom fist and black power salutes

About struggles: protests, civil wars and revolutions
About women with skimpy dresses, men with infidelity
About self-loss and identity miscarriage

About the darker brother, who also is American
About hope to live but preparedness to die
About gods: Jehovah, Allah, Castrol, Ghandi and Thoreau

By all means necessary, that we may overcome
Still we rise for phenomenal women still dream of rivers

This poem is not deep, but just a surface
This is not a poem that I should teach you
It is a poem that that you know enough to preach

This poem is meant to unsnarl your mind
About pain, bitterness, hate and compassion
About peace, love and reconciliation

But before freedom of speech get me in deep smittens
Remember that this poem, never said a thing!