I Weep Again

Enraged we stand in this broken country still living an old brown paper bag blues. While newsprint vividly tells the story but you might not find it on the midnight news. And I weep again, I weep for all… my brothers and sisters, I weep for thee. We’ve lost another and yet another. Bodies of young Black males fall to their death. The Black man’s future is fading fast. Whilst we stand by with heartfelt pain, acts of supremacy rises high again. And I weep again before we fall, reaching out for peace and serenity. A shield of armed men standing strong, a military squad it seems. Ready to pull that deadly trigger and rip hope from a Black man’s dreams. And I weep again in this land of the free, O God, they forgot about me. Swing low, sweet chariot, take me home to paradise where my soul roams free. God’s spiritual place awaiting all humanity. After our blood spills, we soar the Heavens away from life’s earthy travesty. And I weep again, for family and friends, Lord what will become of thee.