As I Think Back

I’ve lived a life, I hope has been righteous

turned my other cheek on many occasions

loved a world that doesn’t love itself

though I will never stop giving…it hurts still

I’ve crossed paths with a few dark souls and

showed compassion, rather than anger

a prayer upon my heart, still hopes yet

there will eventually come a time of peace

I’ve been blessed with love a time or two

have known the magic of a woman’s allure

sons and daughters;  my sweet legacy…

taught me humility, patience…gave me joy

I’ve always tried to show kindness to others

lent a helping hand to those who’ve hungered

been an advocate of God’s holy plan for life

though born a sinner…I hope to die a king

It’s never mattered what others have thought

only God can judge my sins and shortcomings

I’ve always tried to be a good person…and

at my end…hope to stand at Heaven’s gate*

“As I Think Back”

Jon` B. Crenshaw

© copyright 2012-All Rights Reserved

And a Man Steps Forward

Boldly I stand and face my destiny

rising to task the masters of fate

those who know not my father’s title

I ascend a king…I ascend a king

A past cast in shame; I rise unbroken

soiled in ruin and hate’s rigid taxation

but, do not mock this warrior’s tribulations

till death I fight…till death I fight

My brothers beside me, blades in hand

we bend to humbled knee for strength

brightly lit is our path to glory’s peak

we share this burden; we fight for truth

Blessed are they immersed in courage

staring down the gauntlet of evil’s quests

shoulders squared, stance solid and true

strong men we be… we war for justice

for humanity, for life…for liberty*

“And a Man Steps Forward”

Jon` B. Crenshaw

© copyright 2012 - All Rights Reserved

(Inspired by and In Memory of Mr. Troy Davis) Another Stolen King

The self-righteous savages!!!

Life snuffed from an innocent man

…I’ll say it because

no one else will…

because, he was Black…man!

Don’t be intelligent and Black

Don’t be strong, male and Black

They’ll come for you and

suffer you the indignities

of this, misguided and deluded “society”

Desecrate and disassemble

your woman’s pride

break your family’s royal stride

render you weak and helpless

(Lord they’ve taken so many of us…)

Undeniable their lascivious and

petty, liar’s justifications…such

baseless crudity

how blatant and brightly lit

…their hatred…unjustified

their fear of his strength…his worth

his Blackness (skin)

They’ve taken our brother from us

loosed tears from another mother

Why must we as a culture

…continue to suffer racism’s clutch?

Suited beasts…monsters!!!

Send minions to prowl our streets

snatching our fathers and brothers

skulking, weeding through…searching

always lurking…watching

working tirelessly…for scapegoats

…refused to let him rise

They see his brown skin glows…shines

one can feel the jealousy

of Africa’s finest…son of kings

of our royalty…how his voice would ring

refused to allow his freedom sing

Blinded his facts with wicked rhetoric

propaganda, innuendo and speculations

concentrated only on continued degradation

gives one pause for contemplation…Why!?!

They marvel and laugh collectively…

“another nigger bites the dust”

…laughing heartily

The expense of Black life…meaning(less)

so much of our history, living in distress

But…what they don’t know…

the Blessed Savior is making a place

He promised a special and glorious space

the wicked will never enter Heaven’s gate

the poor and righteous will be made kings

We’ll bask in the Glory of God’s light…

…and for eternity…we’ll sing

Brother Davis is singing now…

“Sweet chariot, comin for to carry me home”*

Jon` B. Crenshaw

Another Stolen King

© copyright 2011 - All Rights Reserved

Ninety Nine Versus One

The greenback thieves amassing

laughing all the way…clapping

the peasants occupy the clinch

in pop tents, sleep on a park bench

can’t afford slumlord rents

common man’s decent

heavily evident

Government instability; Tea Party

ways and means…

dissention and anarchy

in the seams

off track, face smack

politics wac!

the wealthy double-clutch

they stacks

on the bus, the poor ride the back

same ole same

up the dream track

can’t get no slack

now everybody’s black like Jack

The media like cholesterol

dishin out bad fat

Whassup with that!?

Union attacks, price hikes and

diminished worker’s rights

lower pay and

downsize swipes, like

broke-back mountain with

no lube for the booty tight

the rich laughin; countin they loot

republican puppets in cahoots

Like the Grinch been stealin

but, not that December night

doin they dirt in broad daylight

like, they could care less

the world is wound up tight

401k holders up in a fright

Everybody getting hyped like

Something gotta be done

Its 99 of us and

They make up only one

We gotta stand and fight

no more will we run

we gotta check the perspective

cause we under the gun

its 99 of us and

they make up only one

let all our knees bend

our children’s futures we defend

flip the script; we have to mend

we must:

break the greed of the one

for 99 of us…

God’s will be done*