“I have a dream,” he spoke clearly
and the people cheered and agreed.
while government grew the cult of
‘white supremacy” no Klu Klux Klan,
begat by burning crosses, visible
but the silence of white supremacy
shouted through the establishment
til the rootedness grew like bindweed
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but only those who threaded their
twisting origins can yank them out.
Only they can answer the question
of blindness and institutional racism.
Those who have never felt less than,
who have never experienced the hurt
of instant dislike because of their skin,
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those who have never had to battle
to be believed nor struggle with a
police officer deaf to their cries,
‘I cannot breath,’ lies solemnly, squarely
at their feet and they will be found
wanting, if they are unable to repent
of denying Christ who was black.
And so we kneel and names
are called as the grim gauntlet
is laid afresh.
