Just Due by Michael Wade
In life some have been able to obtain/maintain what I like to say are the finer things. Nice cars, pretty girls on their arm, these were things held, but these things lacked substance. Things of substance love, family, honest living were the things that slipped through fingers. Wasn’t meant to be held by some. Was not in the cards in hand to play in the game of destiny. The sun shining through dark clouds one looks up at and sees is false hope. A light that shines through a doorway (opportunity) many are forbidden to walk through. What is freedom when you live encased within, confined to savage rules? How is freedom protected when politically misused by government tools? Judges benched due to their ability to pre-judge. Cases with blanks filled in by D.A.'s with the ink of innocent blood. A story locked away until it’s time to care. Equality isn’t equal to anything & fairness has never been fair. Swing low sweet chariot smoke fills the air. Burning down these buildings are only adding more weight to what is already oppressing. Constantly contesting the already tested with tempers flaring. Never in peace have the dead who have died due to injustice ever rested. Therefore, the city burns. The guilty know the truly righteous & by them are protected. For who will look after their loves if they share a cage or sit together to rot away the remaining of their days. Sacrifices must be made. Sacrifice of life, love, man-given liberty. This is a pact amongst descendants that has been made. To ensure the existence to see another day. To fight the extinction of the Black Family. By chains, cages & blood are how the wages of reparations was to be paid. Now here we are 2020 and justice is due, the bill will be paid.
