We have suffered

by Joe Moore   May 20, 2004


We have suffered
Pains that stories horrify
In truth, our ills
While others glorify
In their talents and skills to kill

Yet we still don't consider
Our condition deep enough to transition us
Into a better state of affairs,
keep living like Life is Ghetto fabulous
Like this life was made for us
And I know you can see the truth
Just look at our youth
They are lost!
They don't care about right or wrong
Cause fair seeming has a different meaning
When you're cold
Hungary, low esteem, brutally demeaned
Shown things before the age of six, tricks by
An uncle with demons ravishing his soul

And our women, first in creation no longer a queen
Just a thing some do cause their dreams didn't come
True and you're the reasons for they're failure. Suffering
While your whole existence
Is being dedicated with persistence
To making sure we as a people have a chance.
But your suffering goes unnoticed
trust me sisters the brothers know this
we learn from your steadfast dignity
watching you fight to be free
For our peace and equality
fighting for that chance at prosperity
Fighting for your man cause you know
He's strong but he's also been wronged
And the road to recovery has no clarity.

Brother and sisters I feel your pains
Nothing soothes your blues, cause they hit
Grooves that Marvin couldn't give croon too.
Not even the touch of a mothers love
Could stop the squeezing of the rope
Around her young sons throat
As he's cut from breathing
Hope into tomorrow.
But her prayers that have gone on before you
Restore you to your former glory as only a mother could see you
Every attempt to gain control of your life
Is beaten out of you, even by your wife
Not cause she doesn't want to see you succeed but
She doesn't want to compromise family security. and that's a hurdle.
No respect, no support, no skills,
No understanding of using God's will
Made to live a life that's make angels cry
And watched so not to rise to high.
And not to deny the multiple atrocities that we have endured
Just matured to the point of doing something about it
rather than Complaining about it. Cause there is plan for redemption
That most would call Armageddon
But for the black people
It's our suffering, deceased.
And for those who oppose
Please, please, please on your knees is your best position.

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