From Nat Turner's Eyes

Brother Nat Turner

Looked into the day light sky

And saw freedom

In the clouds eye

And saw freedom in that sky

Asking the almighty again

For the reason why

Black people have to suffer

At the hands of another

Be berated and hated

For no other reason

That melanin is a tone

And it’s always

kill a nigger season

Sick and tired of

Being sick and tired

And enough with

being dismayed

He yelled

Look at us, with a fist raised 

standing with humanity

at destiny's door years before Black Lives Matter

all the brothers screamed

never and no more

They got tired

of useless deaths

in plain sight

askin how many horrors

must be liquefied

into nightmares

screaming it’s not right 

Before you snap and

find yourself behind cages

but there is more

power in the pen

than the blood

stains on these pages

Taking destiny into his

Own hands

Gathered caravans to

To challenge the

inhumanity & injustice

Of the white man

But it all went awry

And innocents died

children cried

and black people's 

death wasn't

going to be denied

even now I glance in the sky and see

the same cloud configurations that Nat Turner saw

the day they hanged him never cried in the face of

adversity with his last breath 

lifted a fist and it was raised one finger extended to the Heavens,

meaning God be praised

So here we are

still praying for a fair shake

asking God to give us a break

praying hard for goodness sake

all we ask is to be treated fairly

If I’m speaking this shit

it sounds like I’m

just singing to the choir in ‘em tellin ‘em

Nat turner was only tryin

to light a fire in ‘em

Fire in the belly

Of one Blackman

Dying for what he believed in

Question is …would any of you?

JRob The WiseSon