Does History Matter?

Is it true black lives matter?
Do they ask this question now?
Why do they voice such chatter?
Do they seek a shouting vow?

Are they blind to history
to where they may have started?
On land filled with mystery
from which they soon departed.

A land ruled by brutal kings
who slaughtered them in their tribe.
Shot and stabbed their black playthings
reining them in with diatribe.

Can one say where they began?
Did lives matter much more then?
Slain and slaved, unless they ran
searching for another den.

Kings soon changed their thoughtless acts
when Muslims entered their tribes.
Placing value on their backs,
buying them with useless bribes.

Black natives captured and sold
to Muslim agents as slaves.
Men and women, young and old,
shipped away on ocean waves.

Did lives matter then like now?
Did God watch them head to sea?
When they were forced off the prow,
did God care where they would be?

When the blacks were bought and shipped,
more whites than blacks were enslaved.
All the masters owned and whipped,
race useless to the depraved.

Arriving in the new lands
suddenly black lives mattered!
Life now controlled by demands
their black lives now are battered.

Many upset by slavery,
most of them lived in the North,
pushed firm anti-slavery,
arguments raged back and forth.

Many whites now loudly cried
“Black lives matter, set them free.”
Soon there was a great divide,
North and south could not agree.

Democrats cried “Keep blacks bound.”
All the slaves were owned by them.
Driven to the battleground,
Republicans fought the Dems.

Defending blacks, Lincoln’s pride,
More than any other war.
Thousands of white men soon died
for Blacks enslaved on their shore.

The rescued slaves now worked hard
adjusting to a new life.
Their hearts and backs are now scarred,
minds now filled with joy and strife.

“Character, not black color”
shouted a new honest King.
Quietly, without holler,
it was time to pray and sing.

Black lives mattered now to all
honoring their peaceful songs.
They climbed a huge southern wall
with love against all the wrongs.

We all understood their plights,
Rosa Parks sat on a bus.
Whites and blacks got civil rights,
It was joy for all of us.

Black and white lives now mattered,
or at least that’s what we thought.
But soon we saw something strange,
a sad and harmful onslaught.

Blacks ignored the Civil War
and who enslaved them back then.
Shouted out an ugly roar
for welfare now promised them.

It was a Democrat plan
a “political plantation.”
A new fall of the black man
to a life of stagnation.

Black families in decline,
babies born without a dad.
No fathers, just a bloodline,
monthly checks made mothers glad.

Black/white schools were soon normal
but results began to fail
and schools became subnormal,
many blacks now sent to jail.

Did blacks no longer matter?
For some reason they arose.
Civil rights now in shatter.
Was it the whites? No one knows.

Do blacks matter more elsewhere,
Europe, Africa, Japan?
Are they better anywhere,
a place to extend lifespan?

Racism is reversed,
whites are now unrespected.
Often they are now coerced,
two races… unconnected.