I wrote this a year ago on face book, realizing that it is just as relevant today I thought I should share it here.

Dear white people a man who have served 2 tours in Iraq to defend your so called freedom, brought himself in to jail for having been driving under the influence, therefore taking full responsibility for his actions.

What was supposed to be two days in jail end up being his death. I want you to remember his name SGT. James brown age 26, remember his name because blood is on your hands.

Dear white people once again, FUCK You!!

I guess I am still angry.

It was a morning like any other. I was not expecting much, my day was already planned. Weed, tv series, food and sleep.

I live in one of the most beautiful city in the world, yet I could not step outside of my home.

It was after the third puff that I began to hear the voice.

-luke, can you hear me.

I looked at the joint in my hand and thought darm that's strong shit.

-luke it's not the joint, can you hear me? You should be able to hear me. What ever you do, do not answer the phone.

This is strange I thought. I must have finally lost my mind. I slowly put the joint I the ash tray among the dead corps of many others. I decided to sleep it off, I should feel better in a while.

I slowly started drift off when I herd the voice again. It sounded like it was coming from an old radio.

-luke, you're not dreaming this, what ever happens do not answer the phone.

I bolted upright in my bed, started looking around me frantically.

Then my phone started ringing....

They say a man who defends himself before a court has a fool for a lawyer.

But I ask you what is a fool?

Now for those who walk the left hand path know that words have power. When a word is first used it is given meaning, but as time passes that meaning can change, the word then loses its original meaning and its original power, it may get stronger, although most of the time the opposite happens.

So is the fool of today the same as yesterday?

The fool of yesterday was an innocent, filled with childlike wonder. It is true that facing the manipulation of men and laws such a fool does not stand a chance.

For only a soul as pure as that of a real fool would have the capacity to carry judgement, and no fool young or old could have a fair trial facing the likes of the modern man.

The modern man can never have the innocence of the fool, he no longer see the wonder of life. He sold his freedom for security. Not realizing that without his Liberty he will never have true security. He will never be free to embrace the wonder and innocence of life, he will forever be a fool, a fool of today.

Cc

I still feel the pain of licking whips as they wrap themselves across my back.

I still feel the the rope around my neck as I beg for mercy.

I remember my humanity taken from me as I was treated less than a dog.

My honor you soiled when you raped me before the eyes of my mate.

I miss my culture, my history, my...story you took from me.

When at last I thought I was free, even that illusion you took from me.

Stop!

Look at my face!

Do you see me?

Do you see that rich cocoa brown skin shining, those large flat nostrils flaring?

Can you see the anger boiling from deep within my almond shaped eye?

Don't you turn away, don't you dare turn away from me!

Look deeper into my eyes, do you see the faces of my ancestors?

Do you see your doom, your end, your revelation within the tears that I cry?

What you're feeling right now, this very second is fear.

Be afraid be very afraid, because I'm still crying....

Dear idiots of this world

I am really fracking fed up with all this. The whole of it. Because it is all connected. And all this why? Because a few mother fuckers are to insecure and they think the only way they are going to feel loved is to have more than the other man. So they do anything to have more. Their negative actions provokes negative impacts and negative reactions which in turn provoke more and more negative impact. When are you going to learn that you are only killing yourself and all of us with along with you?

..The voice of fear creeps into our bodies with her words as cold as the icy tops of mountains that touch the sky.

Our blood becomes thick and slow and our breath shallow and few in number.

There, she has us all. Her claws wrapped around our hearts, we stand fixed in motion, moving statues goings nowhere...

TBC...