A poem in memory of The Jacka and Oakland’s murdered multitudes.
Assassi-Nation
when men topple giants
the rumors tremor
men quake in their stead, unsteady
breaths are bated
corners whisper
the confirmation cracks. whips.
lashes. blink back tears
tatted
the internet crests and crashes
disbelieving
the print ripples
heartless and cold
the stories are relived and recounted
written down and sent up
the memories become myths
the murdered become martyrs
their deaths are flares
shot up
to be seen far and wide
may they represent the anonymous many
who meet their Makers Marked with chalk
black boards and black boys
young, black, and gifted to the gods
no fan fare
no fan mail
no justice
for the victim
the gunmen
or the Amer.ionette strings from which they hang
no peace
no humanity
no tributes
Let this be that
in the name of The Jack
don’t “Mislead The Youth”
#BlackLivesMatter #BlackPowerMatters
