help!

help!
help!

help the shadow-people
the hood-bound hucksters
stuck in the trays of her national glue
sunken worms struggling for earth
to feed
to wear the dust of dignity
betrayed and slain
stained like Abel's Cain
the power of White
too clean to perform
a violent rite

help!
help!

help clear the air of poisonous flairs
the bottled-botch
that holds your history's sins
locking us in your pens
where you belonged
innocent of shameless blame

help!
help!

help US stare
into the mirror of truth's uncovered mirth
and weep the filth from bleaching bones
placing Blacks in crippled-carts
begging freedom from legal slaves
and smashing love
as our gift with life