Sean Bell and the on-going African Holocaust

Like I said, I didn't create this site for political points. I leave the shouting and picket signs to my community activism comrades. But as a socially conscious Black man in racist America, I can't deny nor escape the on-going African Holocaust that shapes the mindset of not only and especially young, marginalized Black men but the systematic, classist machine that churns out the ism, in the first place. It's a system that was cleverly set up upon the foundation of this nation to protect wealthy White males, their territories, laws, values, and social standing. So while we wait for OUR POWER/SHANGO POWER to bring justice to an outrageously unfair verdict for the assasination of yet another member of OUR FAMILY, I put up my own picket sign by offering a poem to the spirit of Sean Bell, of all the other NYPD victims before him, and of the families they leave saddened, frustrated, angry, and yet still standing, still looking on and moving forward, if only for the sake of the younger ones to come. Ashe!


You kill us with your guns
But we keep coming back and coming back
We die slowly and tormented in our blood
But we keep coming back and coming back
Our will to live ignores all logic
And we keep coming back and coming back

The Moores tried to show you
Martin tried to love you
And still you murder us
But we keep coming back and coming back

You would have known better
If you had looked passed your good book

Stay with me, now...

That we change faces like the moon
Zaire
Brazil
Harlem
Port-au-Prince
And we keep coming back and coming back

Sakia
Rashwan
Diallo
Sean Bell
But we keep coming back and coming back
For we are spirit

Stay with me...

And spirit never dies
So we keep coming back and coming back

Your son
His music
Your daughter
Her new man

Malcolm
Chavez
Langston
Obama
And we keep coming back and coming back



1 day ur liez wil tel on dem slvs







The way vultures lead hyenas to dead carcasses
That's why we keep coming back and coming back
Coming back and coming back
Coming back and coming back
So that the day you meet Your Maker

Stay with me now...

Will be the day you aim and fire
Not at us
But at yourself

So we keep coming back and coming back,
Coming back and coming back
Coming back and coming back
We keep coming back and coming back!

Photo of congas players by Ocean Morisset