Black Magi
your strength is wasted,
killing over slabs of
cracked, crumbling concrete
that will outlast
the return
of your bones
to dust
Black Magi
your lives are wasted
when the blood
of your
slain brother
soaks your soul,
and the wails
of his mother
are your lullaby
as you look at the same
Moonlight
through the bars of your cell,
and she does the same
through her gone baby’s eyes.
Black Magi
your knowledge is wasted
in kilos of grams,
hidden in luxury cars,
poisoning our future,
your neighborhood,
chipping at foundations
you desperately need.
But you got yours, right?
Black Magi
your wealth is wasted
on basketball shoes that are
Free
to the person they’re named after,
made by slaves in other foreign lands
(you know you’re not home, right?)
Black Magi
Gather your belongings
Now
Call your loved ones to your side
Today
Black Magi
the stars bid you
travel far,
and one of them falls
when one of you
turns back to die
Black Magi
Your son has questions
only you
can answer
Black Magi
Your daughter
has smiles
only you
can share
Black Magi
Your woman
cries tears
only you
can dry
Black Magi
The years of
your harvest
are spent in rehab,
then just spent,
And poisoned seeds
again take root
through the husk
of what used to be
Fertile and Wise and Strong,
the shell of what used to be
You
Black Magi
Stop
Think
Repent
But mostly,
Stop.
Beyond Panic 