01 September 2015


for the Black Lives Matter Movement

Using the word power until it stops
shifting meaning like some protean man
we cannot hold onto for life or death.

The power, potent, able are we who name
power with our feet planted in Eden
or marching to the hells we made on earth.

Potent-ial power becomes real when we
block injustices by doing what is right
and do and do and call spirit to rise.

Finally rise, embrace the human race
em-power us to find our kin again
to take our very last real chance to live

with power, power, power power pow
not over, just and fair and true, among
us power, power pow, empowerment.

Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast

1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love that spirit rising, as it always does....love the wordplay on power........this has the rhythm of a marching song. A call to arms (or armlessness, for we pacifists! LOL.)