When we return in the whirlwind we will burn everything.
Burn the police stations where they strap their guns on
Burn the corner store where they get their coffee
Burn the laundry mat where they wash our blood off their uniforms
Burn the bank that foreclosed on our mother’s house and where they cash their paycheck
Burn the schools where they teach us to hate ourselves then arrest us for not attending
Burn the American flags they will wrap their bodies in when they die in their beds 30 years after they put six shots into ours backs
Burn the courthouses where they will not be indicted
Burn the doors to the prisons they will not pass through
We will burn down the system we were not meant to survive
And rub the ash on our skin and let it make us darker
Rub it in until we are as Black as the truth they are not yet ready for
Rub it in until we are so Black that all the enemies of negro liberty will tremble in terror
When we return in the whirlwind we will burn this mother fucker to the ground
This nation will be torn asunder
Its sins finally exposed to the purifying evening air
And then we will go boldly into that good night
Finally Free. Unapologetic. Self-aware.
Armed with the swagger of a nation whose time has come.