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A poem, not a prayer, puts tension in the air

TAMPA — Last week’s Tampa City Council meeting began as always: Everyone stood and bowed their heads for the invocation.

It didn’t take long to realize this was not going to be the usual quick prayer.

Spoken-word artist David “DeTyme” Tolliver, who had been invited by Councilwoman Lisa Montelione, launched into a lengthy poem that invoked history, not God.

Tolliver’s meditation on race and economic unfairness prompted some angry calls from folks watching on TV. It also left some quizzical looks on the faces of folks in the council chambers when it ended.

Happy Poetry Month!

“Indentured Servitude”

“We journey to the new world

In search of better days

And if you were to somehow come

I’m sure you’ll change your ways

So I have a proposition for you

I see you owe an awful lot the state

Well, I can make arrangements

To have such numbers erased

Because it’s true, I could use more men like you

To help with triangular trade…

But You Won’t Be My Slave

You’ll just by chance work off your debts

Until this sum is paid”

The Willy Lynch Doctrines original intent was to suppress riots amongst slaves in anticipation of the Foreseeable war to come for generations to follow;

To break the will of Human beings from being human;

To create a class war between smokescreens and shields;

And to maintain power with the powerful and keep the power from the powerless

But there is no such thing as a powerless Human!

Additionally proven,

As an aftermath of wicked tactics

Willy Lynch is a historical personification that

Wickedness Wins Wars

For Walls are Smart

Smart tactics of warfare


Illusions shielding that which is not there

Smoke screens

Screening the illusions that wickedness will lead you to believe;

Willy Lynch had a methodology of creating walls between those who weren’t free

But You see, it didn’t start with slave, it started with the need for free labor

A selfless barter of time

A promise of something greater to make you leave old worlds behind

A false concept that it took your labor plus someone else’s power to provide

And evolution of wicked tactics over the years has allowed this concept to survive

The poor were never properly equipped with the script

Even white trash was granted white privilege

And once used it as leverage

Until the systematic leverage shifted

Supplying the very new demand to

Keep the mass consumers impoverished

And ignorance has long since became best friend to democratic injustices

Governmental dominance

Organizations like Equifax or the IRS

Overcrowded Corporations under paying the plantations

Management positions help to manage the distinction

Cost of living always rises past the price of your extinction

But Because we pay you minimum wage

We wont call it “Slave”

You’ll work your 40 hours plus

Until you’re in your grave

And Debt keeps you on ball and chain

ALL in slavery’s name

For the wicked will win every time we play the games they wrote the rules to

Don’t Let 4 scores fool you

40 acres and a mule you

Said it not 7 but 70 times 7 to forgive

Why give them benefit of the doubt

We gave them 490 plus years of foolishness to abolish the embellishment of our forgiveness

Since they 1492’d you

Trail of tears twisting from tracks of railways built by yellow railroad workers

Red skin reservations to gamble with your lives

Holocaust commemorations in memory of the 6 million plus

Plus the dictator looked like the very people he despised

Northern Eastern South African Apartheid

Genocide is genocide

It began long ago with the slavery of the mind

Racism is a tactic that those in command use to keep us blind

So don’t tell me it’s a color war

What is black and white

And red all over?

The signatures of W2s in blood signing away your lives

An indenture is a contract that will keep you on the climb

While digging the very grave beneath you deeper as you rise

Statistics or even definitions will present the argument that there are exceptions to the wicked ways of slave owners original intentions with the terms and conditions of contract living

I just don’t want to be indentured until I am in dentures barking louder than my bite

I just don’t want to say that I’m free just to say I’m free when I’m still a slave in my own mind.