WM (March 5,1962 / Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies)

Things Remain As Always

Things Remain As Always
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Tuesday, September 20,2016

Another brother gunned down in the street
Rejected by those sworn his life wasn't protected
Hands up while palms were empty
Shots still rang out plenty

By circumstance, he never stood a chance
His blood ran dry as the lied
He was heading home when bullets entered his dome
Mothers cry as their sons die

He could never win in the skin he was given
The congregation lowers their heads for another soul is dead
Curse from birth to live a life without worth
Darken features subjugated to sit high in the ghettoized bleachers

Once couldn't drink from the same fountain
Set aside for the old man on the maintain
No room for us but at the back of the bus
Land of the free yet none for me

Toiled in the heat we sweat and you want us to forget
Beaten and set upon and you feel nothing is wrong
Our hope rested at the end of a rope
Centuries of abuse for tight was the noose

Uniforms are worn we fought for what we were denied
On foreign shores, we also died
Came home to be burned alive
Racial oppression so we can't survive

Superiority complex for your heads are swollen
Constantly told to go back to where we were stolen
How can you go back to where you have never been?
You want us to find deep holes and crawl in

Culture true now sets the world ablaze
Accomplishments unbound yet you will never appraise
Forget and move on is your catch phrase
Things remain as always

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Culture true now sets the world ablaze Accomplishments unbound yet you will never appraise Forget and move on is your catch phrase Things remain as always Beautiful poem shared. Thanks for your poem.