Spoken Dream

Why do crimes of days past haunt my soul?
I wake in a cold sweat from visions roaring through my mind.
All I hear NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGERS
I smile and I take it
I say yes sir, no ma’am and I take it
I commit the ultimate sin, lying to myself every time
And I keep walking by as if it never happens
Until I fall to my knees, cry, waterfalls of tears damned inside my tormented soul
Why do we turn a blind eye
We hide behind fear
We hide behind whatever the status quo is
Afraid to stand, afraid of being ridiculed for doing the right thing
And for some, the right thing is oblivious to their senses
Injustice is a constant, it travels time and space
Searching for a home in every era
Preying on the weak like a raven stalking its prey
Piercing the darkness for those not cunning enough to hide from its treacherous glare.
I am not the hunter, I do not have the power to destroy this entity...
But I teach, the masses will learn
They will learn how to see the raven for what it is
And they will see how to survive...prey no more
I cannot save us all
But I start with myself
And the raven of Racism
Tomorrow...Patriotism
The next...Fascism
The following...Catholicism

I will fight any raven that allows mankind, civilization…whatever we consider ourselves to lose our humanity
and justify treating others as if they are undeserving, unworthy to walk amongst us on this earth.
Perhaps one day I will be the hunter, I might become a raven myself...but today I am the savior

I’d rather be the savior