And suddenly, it stopped.
clothed in calmness
creating the illusion of peace…
But cities, people, minds – beleaguered with thundersous disdain
Still threatened by a society with impending, simmering hatred
Are ready to fall.
As torrential as a civil storm flooding hearts with contempt,
Even when the tears failed to fall,
And when supremacist, covered puddles with color blind cloaks of equality-
Even,
When there were years counted between the lightening and the thunder
The whips and the bullets …
The storm,
Was still,
Not over.
Tracked with sophistication, strategy, and yearnings for an answer,
Turbulence was continuous.
Caused by those excited by the danger, and those simply intrigued
Perhaps perplexed by lack of understanding despite decades of research.
-There was no certainty, other than its inevitableness –
Watching history grow up
Maturing yet more dangerous because of the subtlety of presentation,
No matter how carefully examined.
Now, storms look like they can be taught, tamed…
Like they can learn to love
And have regard for
The damage they are able to cause…
But then…lightening struck again.
I guess weather is never more alluring than when it pierces through darkness.
But is anything – when the canvas isn’t as unique as when it’s BLACK?
Thunder, bellowed like the gavels of injustice…and then the rain,
In which some gladly danced.
Others pretended not to but played the tune titled all live matter,
While watching the torrent of tears created by the tornados of despair,
With the hail shattered homes of the new yin.
Wondering when and how reparations would come
From a cause that created damage
so naturally…
Perhaps those who perpetuated the inclement weather
Knew better than those who wanted sunshine.
They understood there need be a balance
But somehow, had lost regard for our life
Ironically,
Allowing seeds of souls to plant, sprout, and grow.
To reincarnate the arc of the moral universe –
Long but bending towards justice…
Clothed in calmness
Creating the illusion
Of peace.
Written by J.Mahogany © 2016