Poem: Oh Ah Mad

The unwritten sin is to be Black
A Generational crime, still being attacked
A run through a neighborhood
Even a creative mind will do you no good
Walking through constructions getting ideas
Being Black, just his presence creates fears

Citizens arrested in a racially tense environment
Like venison on a farmers plate to compliment
A Black man is shot, a running intruder
Three white men  - judge, juror, and executioner
Guilty for being Black, reason to be a suspect
Holy water does not erase a racist intellect

Years in the dark valley of lynchings
Around the campfire there are stories, just bragging
For entertainment of Black bodies hanging
Black Lives Matter keeps being said but who is hearing
We massage egos of leaders and vigilante killings
A tack in the shoe sole is nothing until it starts digging

When the choice for a majority white juror exists
Then a lawyer is perturbed by too many Black Priests
The courtroom becomes an island of sargassum
Negativity of justice is like a whale's view from the bottom
A Black man is dead, exercising creative thinking
The land of the free but only for some who have less melanin

Note: William "Bubbles" Galloway is MNI Media's Resident Spoken Word Contributor