Akeem Lasisi
Acclaimed poet, Niyi Osundare, has intervened in the battle against racism especially as sparked by the death of Black American George Floyd, on whose neck a former white cop, Derek Chauvin, had brutally felt.
Some Nigerian poets, including EC Osondu and James Eze, had earlier dedicated poems to the struggle.
In Osundare’s award-winning tradition, he deploys satire to the race question, while digging deep into the discrimination that pervades American system.:
“I Can’t Breathe”
(Episodic Variations on the Ripples of a Primal Scream)
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t bre
I can’t
I can’t
2020: Black Lives Matter
1965: I AM A MAN
There are countless ways
Of lynching without a rope
The casualties were fewer than we ever expected:
10 Persons
&
1,000 Negroes
For every Black in college
There are a hundred more in prison
So many centuries on,
America still has a “Negro Problem”
My skin is my sin,
Sings Bluesman with the wailing strings,
My very life is an “underlying condition”
For countless afflictions
And the Media Sage responds:
Racism is America’s Original Sin
Violence, its inalienable companion
There is a common crime in town:
Breathing While Black (BWB)
Mr. George Floyd committed two cardinal crimes:
He was Black
He was big
Black Lives Matter
Black Life Martyrs
Asked Louis Armstrong, the Smiling Trumpetman:
What did I do to be so black and blue?
II
Black Life Martyrs,
Their voices rise from their untimely graves:
Amadu Diallo, Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Tamir Rice, Walter Scott, Freddie Gray, Botham Jean, Breanna Taylor, Philando Castille, Trayvon Martin, Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd. . . . .
Any Hall of Fame
For Trophies from Police hunts?
To be and not to be
To wallow in want in a sea of wealth
To shout and not be heard
To stand and not be seen
To sow and never to reap
To live all your life below the Law
To be stopped and frisked stopped and frisked stopped and frisked stopped and. . . . .
To be told countless times
To forgive and then forget
Yess Sur, Yes Maa’m. . . .
Put them at ease with your Negro smile
Your low, low, bow and your high regard
That cool façade is your saving grace
The “Angry Black Man” is as good as dead
911, 911, 911, 911
My name is Sue,
Calling from my car in City Park
There’s a big black male around
Whose big dark shadow is menace to my sight
Please send a cop; my life is at risk
Choke-hold, choke-hold
Stranglehold and dash and dangle
400 years of knee-on-neck
Our Police know their oath:
To serve
&
To protect
*
The Police Chief took a knee
The Sheriff followed in tow
Is this a genuine genuflection
To Kaepernick’s treason
Or patronizing bribe of momentary appeasement?
And the Emperor snarls
From the bunker of his White Castle
Vowing “vicious dogs and ominous weapons”
Rolling in guns to “dominate the streets”
His unhappy nation now his “battlespace”
Black Lives Matter
Black Life Martyrs
Asked Louis Armstrong, the smiling Trumpetman:
What did I do to be so black and blue?
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
