STATE OF THE BLACK UNION X

When your rhetoric
Turns into acts of true change
Then I will hear you.


In a place
In a space
Where I/you/we are
Where dreams are fading/eroding/erasing
As the ticker tape parade on Wall Street falls
Into the economic abyss.
With a cunning thief's kiss
But we never asked what's amiss.
While we waited for the trickle to fall down on us.
'We hold as the arbiters of truth, those who have lied to us the most"
New Chief in town.
And to their dismay, his skin is brown.
Time for change
To rearrange
Our thinking.
`Cause we are at the beginning
Not the end
Of what has to change.
So we have haters,
And infiltrators,
And instigators
On both sides of the coin.
All of whom cannot accept the fact
We don't have a Black President
We have a President who is Black.
And brilliant.
But not understanding the difference
They continue to hack
Vicarious micromanagers
Virtual armchair quarterbacks
"What's in it for us?"
"Where's our piece of the change?"
Have a shovel ready plan….
Or just an agenda?
The phrase "Yes We Can"
Requires us to spend a
Lot more time figuring out what direction
We should be walking in, not talking
Then
We can be near the top this time
As Phoenix rises.

(c)2009 E. Joyce Moore, author Ramblings Through the Attic of Thought