black fists
fists of ebony raised and aimed at heaven
courageous act in the face of hate
our bredren
statement made
quiet display of rage
bold print written on history’s page
on this day
on world’s stage
at these games
without hesitation shining spotlight on ill nation
echoes of drum beats, these brave athletes
triumphant moment, yet bittersweet
other brothers scattered in retreat
rebellion defeated? uprising ceased?
sacrifices and prices paid
upon returning to this racist place
america, they raced for her
only to return to closed doors and slurs
land of the free, home of the enslaved
paradoxical punishment
for hand and arm’s movement
as if they committed the greatest sin
but ah…you see…quite the contrary
the Creator smiled on these souls of meek
on men who shouted without speaking
strong calm
in the midst of revolutionary commotion
waves in the change of our people’s ocean
we salute you brave brothas
and so does Africa…our mother
You language is amazing, it almost as beat to it. Excellent structure as well. Lastly, great tribute to a power, inspirational moment in our history.
this imagery in this piece is incredible … I felt ever bit of it…
beautiful…
i really love this peace. it speaks to so much and you tell the story quite well.
Your words have soul and so do u
Amandla!