Mama I can’t breathe
It was some time ago I often heard the term Hebrew Slave.
A casual remark among hard working non essential professionals.
Capable of making bricks out of straw with a collective cry.
She is the mother of all living whose children are crying.
‘Mama I can’t breathe.’
A far cry from the the six day of creation when God gave us breath.
A black man’s call to his deceased mother,
‘Mama I can’t breathe.’ ‘Mama I can’t breathe.’
And the Lord heard his cry.
A black man’s cry!
In the final moment of life He cried to his Mama.
The Black man cried, Mama! I can’t breathe.
She lost her son, this time for a voided check
And then she kissed her own sacrificed into the presence of God.
The angel of death is as skinny little white knees
Wedged In the throat of My American Sons.
Suffocated by greed spectators plea for mercy.
Mama I can’t breathe and the Lord heard their cry.
In a rush to judgement blood ran the streets
The slave lost their homes and neighborhoods.
The blood sacrifice ran cold.
Some had no door and others had no door post.
The cry of the people rebounded from heaven
The first world is a cocooned of the second.
The third is a revolving door way
And the forth is now two billion out of seven billion.
History reads it’s final chapter and a new age is rising.
Our history is a new age perfected in time.
Earth is the mother of all living
And she will rise to see her children live in the final age..