Off Track

“Sojourner’s train sped over hills

down in valleys and through forest trails…

John Henry’s hammer laid the track”

We should bow down in thanks to

those souls of the past…who

gave life and limb…that we would not lack

yet…we’ve given nothing back

our train has slid off its track

forgotten where we came from

…about time we went back

Debase our face like smiling clowns                    

standing with fake pride, but…

like dominos…we fall down

see hands beat the drums, but

don’t listen for the sounds

“real” Black lays under the ground

their sacrifices it seems…no longer renowned

Wasted on this “X” generation

who know less about History

and more about Play-Station

Can you feel the discombobulation?

The acute dislocation

The bane of Black frustration

This insanity infestation

Lack of direction, but

…plenty of self-expression

Mind oppression

Dereliction

Repression

…of passion

May be our last run

All the signs have begun

All the songs been sung

every witticism and pun

subtraction and sum                    

forgot where we came from

About time we went back

…get back to beautiful Black

back on track

find the faith we lack

own up to the fact…

we used to have it “phat” like that

we gave up…

the time is now…to be Black like that*

Jon` B. Crenshaw

Off Track

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