Black Wall Street: A Call to Action

Below the conscious fabric of our inner beings

Latent with unfound and unrealized potential glory

A variant of voices; Requiems of reverent relativity

Command us to conceive, to connect, to commit,

Killing off the longevity of instituted detention.

We have wailed at the pointed, poignant thrash,

Absorbed death’s distillation; the chaotic concentrate

Laden with longstanding lackadaisical reasoning,

Laying in fear of a lying and lost population

Showering the upstanding in a vicious hatred like

The self-righteous fires of their forefathers.

Regret: an unpropitious nonexistence in the

Eyes of a people, seemingly not born of virtue but of an

Excrescence, unremittingly “justified” and ill-informed of

Truth: That a remarkable, radiant richness was robbed.

-- Darius Colquitt