manna from heaven
oh let it flow
I am getting my clues from Nat King Cole-

Remember that smile,
His eyes that pierced
(His song) smooth blue jewels

Droppin from heaven-

Like he knew this mountain
Could be moved
Would be shattered

And don’t you forget
What a mountain it is-

Unforgettable
These iron bits of hate and fear

Shoved in our face
Not to witness

But to replace
This sickness of gun/ other and unrighteous death

With the magic alchemy of brotherhood
In all its sense
In all its stretch

Beyond this perpendicular standing of
Just simple recognition-

A cognition
OF equal standing-

Between Black and White

A simple honoring of life.

Good trouble-
It is.
Good trouble
It became.