- Mar 19, 2001
- 2,627
- 33
A mother and her child walk
he states in excitement "Mom,
look at the beautiful candles"
the mother hurriedly walks faster
towards the "candles" so her child
can feel the heat of oppression
unleashed...after a while her
child replied "Mom, do you
smell that sweet scent in the air?"
and "Mom, do you hear all the sirens?"
and "people screaming...what's that
word "Justice?" the mother eyes begin
too well up swell up the banks of her
emotions are on the edge of being
overcome by the happenings of her
surroundings...the child just smiles,
they walk.....
..................
.....................
.........................her eyes have
become beacons of the struggle yet coated
by "painfalls" her inner self is
on it's knees praying to the Lord that after
this day a change gon' come....at least for her
child.....they get to the edge of optimism and
before them is a burning building surrounded
by the offsprings of oppression screaming,
"justice, justice, we are tired of JUST US"
the child gets caught in the rhythm that
accompanys revolution and bobs his head
without him knowing he has an inherent
connection with the proclamations of
"justice" for he is the next in line...
warrior for the struggle...in his innocence
the child picks up a bottle with the word "Molotav"
on the front and throws it towards an unlit
brownstoned "candle" and claps his hands in excitement
as the "candle" begins too burn.....the
mother knowing that revolution is necessary
kisses her son and walks away leaving him
in a state of adornment to experience what
revolution is...
(c)2001 blakverb
he states in excitement "Mom,
look at the beautiful candles"
the mother hurriedly walks faster
towards the "candles" so her child
can feel the heat of oppression
unleashed...after a while her
child replied "Mom, do you
smell that sweet scent in the air?"
and "Mom, do you hear all the sirens?"
and "people screaming...what's that
word "Justice?" the mother eyes begin
too well up swell up the banks of her
emotions are on the edge of being
overcome by the happenings of her
surroundings...the child just smiles,
they walk.....
..................
.....................
.........................her eyes have
become beacons of the struggle yet coated
by "painfalls" her inner self is
on it's knees praying to the Lord that after
this day a change gon' come....at least for her
child.....they get to the edge of optimism and
before them is a burning building surrounded
by the offsprings of oppression screaming,
"justice, justice, we are tired of JUST US"
the child gets caught in the rhythm that
accompanys revolution and bobs his head
without him knowing he has an inherent
connection with the proclamations of
"justice" for he is the next in line...
warrior for the struggle...in his innocence
the child picks up a bottle with the word "Molotav"
on the front and throws it towards an unlit
brownstoned "candle" and claps his hands in excitement
as the "candle" begins too burn.....the
mother knowing that revolution is necessary
kisses her son and walks away leaving him
in a state of adornment to experience what
revolution is...
(c)2001 blakverb