Two down, then two more plus one, equals five;
was it unconscious suicide, or did he honestly believe he could survive...
We can only wonder what the final thoughts are of one as desperate as he;
were they "LORD take me now", or "Yall got to be crazy if you think I'm just let you take me!"???
Did Oscar's senseless death haunt the corners of his brain, causing him to see nothing but blood red???
was this his way of dying on his feet, rather than on his knees with a bullet in his back, right below his head?
Certainly the angel of death was sent out to fulfill a mission;
and neither Oscar, Lovelle, nor those cops could have left this world without GOD's permission...
Surely, there is a sign in all things when pondered in reflection;
truth has a way of remaining true despite its constant rejection...
There's a war going on in the nation of the enslaved free;
there's a wall for the fallen soldiers on the streets of every city, not just in D.C.
The uniform of these soldiers are sagged jeans and white T's;
and they fight in a senseless war as do the many soldiers over seas...
Why do we only protest as we lay the countless bodies down to rest???
Does life become more valuable once it reaches its final death???
I almost hesitate to write these mangled thoughts at each and every line;
for fear that they will simply remain words in another poem "A Sista Like Me" delivered in a rhyme...
My prayer is that these words push me into action & inspire others to do the same;
my deepest fear is to continue with doing nothing, then having to stand before my LORD in shame...
Having a president of color has its place in history;
but its not the coming of the Messiah, and real change must come from you and me...
We must take to the streets more than once or twice a year;
Dedicated peace lovers to whom displeasing GOD is their only fear...
If each one teaches one imagine the difference it will make;
in changing the lives of the up and coming generations, cause this cycle we've just got to break...Amelah
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