Fruits of Our Labor

Chicago, IL - Deno Sandz - Thursday, December 29th, 2005 : goo

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** Fruits of our labour
Shall they grow?**

In today's society, yesterday reminds me of tomorrow
and a second past midnight dawns another day of
exhaling.

This is a society where the value of life bears
"NO MEANING ", on the heads of our black children.
Whose blood is spilt upon the paved streets, on top
of hell’s ceiling.

A ‘FRAGILE’ label has been placed on the box of our
black youth.
Not by outside influences or agitators, but by our own
hands with fingers of genocide.
We, as a people of colour seem to break like glass,
when it's time to stay strong.

These are predatory grounds, we walk on as a people of
colour.
"But who are the predators? "
"Are the predators invisible, even to our peripheral
vision?"

There must be a time for change.
A change from the shackles of degradation,
self-hatred, weak spirits, jealousy, and self-pity.
It's time to come in from off the cold streets of
misconception.
It's time to rise up from the myth of drug selling and
prostitution, claiming wealth and respect in these
things.
It's time to use the mind which was born to us, as a
tool against oppression.

As I peer out upon the past, present, and future of us
as a people.
I see the shadows, empty spaces that could be
occupied by our own determination.
Education is a factor not divisible by one, that seems
to be allusive to our youth and some adults; a
"no future syndrome."
Living for today's glory, lasts only so long.
Not for tomorrow, which life revolves around.

Two thousand years on and Pharaoh's Army has surrounded
us, but in a harsh wind blown from across the Red Sea
of despair, I can still hear, "Let my people go,"
emanating from the souls of people of colour.

"Shall we sink or swim in today's society?
Shall we walk or crawl to our future?
Shall we stumble or stand tall receiving respect from the magistrates of this
Society?
What will it be?" Because life waits for no one,
thus it bears strange fruit.
And for black men and black fathers our immortality
comes from our children.
"Shall they grow? "

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