I looked into a mirror and what did I see

An image, picture, a shadow of me

I saw generations of labor and pain

A type of tear drop that keeps one from being sane

I saw hard labor, long faces, weary eyes

I saw aches and pains to a point its was hard to cry

I saw such horror, but then so much sadness

I saw so much bitterness, unjustified madness

I saw bruised skin from the back to the legs

I saw mercy being pleaded but deafness to that beg

I saw humans like chattal, commercial industry borne

Serving and toiling until their very hearts were worn

I saw a body hanging, because of the color that brought the sin

Then I saw that very hanger, turn and tell him he was now his friend

I saw desperate people, once so mighty and tall

Enter into a lowly state, so far that they couldn’t fall

I saw a struggle of a people who wanted to be sovereign and free

But then through tricks and treats, wanted to live with their enemy

I saw them fight to be just like those of whom they were hated and disdained

And once they united, I saw generations ahead being mercilessly slained

I saw no identity, no leader to truly lead their way

Only social reformers and politicians who only did what their masters told them to say

I saw no redemption, no future, no joy in the near end

I saw no victories, no true fights, and only battles that they would never win

I saw less resistance, more weakness, and lack of true faith

I saw great poor health, no history, and the daily wasting away

I saw no land where they could truly call their own

I saw no nationality, no place to call home sweet home.

I saw them rapidly and constantly falling into a ditch

So fast that it could beat the rush of baseball pitch

I saw vanity, division, and religion eat at their souls

I saw no one in their fold have a mind that was whole.

I saw no glory, no spirit, no aim from any woman or man

I saw only a people who lived in a Shadowland

A Shadowland that only taught them to hate themselves

To a care for only their masters land and look nowhere else

I saw them willingly finance their own demise

Not one time rise or give a freedom fighters cry

I saw only the votes of their enemies at hand

But none of their own to lead their shadowland

I looked hard into this mirror, and this is what I see

A picture of my people, and all of humanity

A people called black who are corporately owned

And the rest of humanity, by corporate vultures being picked to their bones

Their enemies are their leaders, the governments that they themselves support and formed  

Who reject the Messiahs and Prophets that rise daily and in Spirit forewarned

But the world won’t see that they are digging their own graves,

and like modern African American peoples, they are making their own selves slaves

This Vision I saw Can’t be found in a news paper or the final call

It has no discrimination towards white, black, Asian, short or tall

The Tragedy I saw, was not in the mirror on the wall

I just saw, prophetically, humanities own self caused FALL!!!!!

BY Kohane Shalomim Halahawi©