THE SLEEPER

By LaJuan Clemons, May 1993

The sleeper has awakened from the dreams of mortal man The conscious has been lifted, separated from grains of sand. Heightened are the senses, sharp as a razors teeth, A body, in tuned by perfections, awaits the world to meet.

An ebony warrior walks the earth as one with Mother Nature, Skin, the color of coal, hair that matches a panther’s. Teeth are pearly white, like a new fallen snow, His eye’s can pierce the dark, or look into one’s soul.

Born a king so long ago in a land so far away, Kidnappedm shackled, branded, welcome to the U.S.A. Brainwashed, belittled, tortured and murdered too, Treated as the beast of burden to be used and used and used.

Now 400 years later, their sorry, so they say, But words won’t heal the scars that run deeper every day. There’s a new form of slavery, it shackles one’s mind, Its something in Amerikkka intended to occupy our time.

But time is running out, Amerikkka is at it’s end, For the sleepers are awakening, and they’re all ebony men.

This poem is but a message for a race of would be kings, WAKE UP! for nothing comes to a sleeper but a DREAM!