the black soldier

We live in a mad house society

Where a sense of national pride

Is more important then the death of a black man

I want to talk to that man

The man who was forgotten or abandoned by all but family

Because of his ethnicity

Want to here his point of view why a one time war hero can become a bad president

But a black soldier can die and be lost without a thought

Thank you Mr. Andrew jackson

Tattoo your name on my skin so I can be reminded

Of what a hero looks like in america

Until given power we adored him

Until he abused it we loved him

But even then we remember him

But forget the black soldier

So etch the letters USA in my brain

So that I can forget like all the others

I here stories of people dying peacefully

But I never heard about your death

Becuase you were the black soldier.

The forgotten underdog who fought to keep us safe by putting yourself

In harms way

And you didn’t even get a proper burial burial ground

We are brainwashed anyway

So your life to us isn’t as a good as a white man’s

But it’s not your fault that mary didn’t have a black sheep with wool as dark as night

Society molded our minds

To fit the shape

Of a secretly demeaning children's book

It wasn't your fault that you had 2/3

2/3 of red white and blue

Your pin prick

Brought the red stick that we all have

Your blue veins

That run through your skin

Like roots to a tree that we all have a connection to

Buy you don't have the pasty skin

That seems to bury within

Our minds and makes us feel superior

Which must be why we all forgot

About you

Because you didn't have the obvious tattoo

Of the white skin

Like a pristine porcelain painting

On your face

We saw only the dark skin of your ancestors

Laced with lines of hard work

Protecting us

Protecting a country

That treated you not as an equal

But as an issue

That needed to be shipped away

So that trouble could not be caused

We treated you as if mother earth

Threw black ink on you

To make us look better

So this is to you

To your brethren

Your kin

And to all forgotten black soldiers

This is so that you may be treated equally

I apologize for my races disgrace

Because we should have learned

That equal does not relate to violence

It creates equivalence

So we say sorry and go out today

In search of the missing black soldiers

That we forgot about in a horrible way