Ode To Political Prisoners and Prisoners of War

My courageous she-roes and heroes from way back when

Unethical discrimination and all isms were far worst back then

As bold ones rallied and marched to a mothers cry

There were those who struggled, dared to win or laid down to die

You fought the good fight

Some forced to run or take flight

Escaping cruelty and other persecution from the law

 Because you stood up for the meek and for the poor

All while teaching, feeding and organizing the people

Their voices echoed for justice just to be equal

The coward enemies of the people continued to hold us back

Masses of our people were under constant attack

The staunch resistors, mostly black and latino brothers and sisters  

The brave, the bold and the strong took a stand

They crated formations of SNCC, FPO, BPP, BLA, YLO, with support from some Weathermen

The battle fields covered with freedom fighters blood

By occupying pigs shooting bullets like rain soaked grass covered with mud

Like reigns of pouring CoIntelPro

 Telling the movement to go straight to hell

While their soldiers are honored enjoying the rapture

Our militant soldiers to endure a brutal capture

Behind enemy lines some will rot and sit

For years left to linger in the devils pit

Yet today we still feel the struggle, the strife

From the enemies gun and well honed knife

Plotting and planning to take another hue-man life

Wake up black people, Stand up black people

So that we never re-live the pain and the torture from way back when

Rise up my courageous black she-roes and heroes from way back then.

By David X

Anger In Trenton

Anger In Trenton

So why am I so angry?

What makes me so damn mad

Is it because my momz raised us with no help from my dead beat dad

Momz no actor, but she plays her two roles

Working two jobs so I and my siblings can eat

Seldom resting, endless days never complete

Will we get by another day, only she knows

So why am I so angry?

Is it because I wear my brothers hand me downs

Or eat another dinner of rice, cabbage and pork rounds

Not anticipating early morning breakfasts of bagged cereal

Mom definitely provides to make ends meet

Never to complain or admitting to defeat

Survival mode is so real

So why am I so angry?

Years gone by, growing older I realize

My life was not exactly as I had visualized

I found with no job, no career, I wanted more

I wanted better things for my family and myself

Materialistic things, expensive top of the line, and top shelf

I now understood that we were dirt poor

So why am I so angry?

Now I needed fast money so I hustled

Weaker chumps money I muscled

I had to step up my street game

Needing to be ruthless for respect

With my street investments to protect

Just another face in the hood, reputation attached to my name

So why am I so angry?

I’m on my grime, I gotta rob, cheat and steal

It satisfies my hungry stomach, my next meal

I have to have more

I go out at night, on my side is my gat

To stick up some unwilling cat

Because I’m gonna get mine

So why am I so angry?

I run into my next vic, pulling out my gun

A struggle ensues; I shoot down another mother’s son

Damn, I got my first homicide

With so many crimes committed

If I’m caught there’s no chance I’ll be acquitted

So why am I so angry?

I’m playing back my lifes tape in my mind

Rewinding, trying to forget how I got into this bind

Fast forward, the cops sought after me

Street life had caught up to me

Now looking at some hard time

All this for living my life of crime

I sit in my jail cell numb

How could I be so dumb

So why am I so angry?

Two families feel the pain

One love lost, another with nothing to gain

Lives ruined, I had made my choice

Making poor decisions was the voice

I should not have listened to

So why am I so angry?

I am angry because I’m behind bars doing life

But I didn’t have to.

By David X