A Nation's Revelation

By Alee Chery

If I spoke in the languages of angels and men,

Without love, these words 

would be nothing but noise.

When truth is told

The silence is loud.

America fabricated the story. 

It is the land of milk and honey.

America is a fabric of ink and blood money.

America has a pattern.

America is a fabric stitched in threads of greed, racism, and violence. 

The way a fabric has individually interwoven strands of a warm blanket.

Once cold harsh truth is spoken.

America has a recurring reaction…they deflect or become silent. 

It’s hard to look in the mirror. 

When the hero is really the monster

Our angels irritate their demons.

America has a history of a vicious cycle.

A vicious cycle of colonization, hate, and murders of 

Native Americans, Latinos, and the most brutal of them all

Black Men, Women, and Children

By using a rope or a gun

If I spoke in the languages of angels and men

I will break this vicious cycle today without one

I would break it with just a pen

This is not a declaration.

This is not a proclamation.

This is not a speech.

This is not a poem.

This is a prophecy.  

 Resurrecting a new Black Nation

We were built to build this Nation.

Now it’s time we build ourselves.

A new nation built from the principles of the 1804 Haitians.

We sang “Let my people go.”

We sang “Amazing Grace”

We marched.

We protested.

We cried.

We prayed.

We sang Negro Spirituals

We’ve seen death since our youth on TV visuals.

“I can’t breathe.” 

Were Eric Garner’s last words?

Did you know on average a person can hold their breath for 60 – 90 seconds?

Hold yours for 60…Starting now!

Then his soul left us

The Officer had him in a chokehold for 9 minutes

9 minutes divided 90 seconds is 6

Eric Garner died 6 times on that concrete.

America, you’ve made it crystal clear

I’m seen as a worthless human being.

Am I only three-fifths of a man?

We went from our necks swinging on trees. 

to our necks under police knees

We hold these truths to be self-evident.

Under the US Constitution

The US is not the institution for us

But the execution of us

That all men aren’t created equal

George Floyd, Daunte Wright, Andre Hill, Manuel Ellis, Rayshard Brooks, Daniel Prude, Breonna Taylor, Atatiana Jefferson, Aura Rosser, Stephon Clark, Botham Jean, Philando Castile, Alton Sterling, Freddie Gray, Janisha Fonville, Michelle Cusseaux, Akai Gurley, Gabriella Nevarez, Tamir Rice, Michael Brown, Tanisha Anderson, Abner Louima, Amadou Diallo, Sandra Bland, Oscar Grant, Sean Bell, Emmett Till 

Over 1,000 names and counting till this day

They couldn’t fit on paper.

Even the Leaders that spoke up 

America shot down.

George W. Lee, Lamar Smith, Dr. Thomas Hency Brewer, Herbert Lee, Medgar Evers, Louis Allen, James Chaney, Malcolm X,  Sammy Younge Jr, Wharlest Jackson, Martin King Luther King Jr, and Fred Hampton 

Billie Holiday sung a song written in 1937

Southern trees have strange fruit

That still have blood on leaves

Whistling souls that echoes up through the Northern breeze

July 17 2024 That’s 87 years today.

There’s still strange fruit that hangs from the trees

America, America

This is a civilian over

America I witness187 by a police officer over 

Silence…10-4

The 1960s Civil rights movement was created 

Against civil servants that don’t act civil right

Salute the wave

Start a wave of angel prayers

So massive

O Lord

America begin killing us since the Genesis

And we pray that every bullet that enter us Exodus

Revealing Revelations so they stop executing us

If I spoke in the languages of angels and men

I’d speak poetic prophecy

Speaking magnetically soulfully

Holding the mirror to America’s face

America…you have a problem with police brutality. 

Waking up the people like the greats before me

Freshly, Eloquent like James Baldwin

Smoothly inconvenient to injustice Like Edwin Raymond

Peacefully, Loud Like Martin Luther King

Confidently, Bold Like Malcom X

Strategically, Militant Like Toussaint Louverture

Powerfully, Strong Like Jean-Jacques Dessalines 

Charmingly, Poetic Like Muhammad Ali

My rhythmic flow through your soul so you feel me

You’d hear sounds of Godly poetry

If I spoke in the languages of new the Black nation fluently

I would speak with Solomon’s wisdom

Old Violence will end when we use new intelligence 

Telling the Kings Cut the weed…puts you asleep in the system 

You can run the block or you can Own the block 

Strippers in The Strip clubs striptease you only to strip you of financial freedom 

If you have money to party

You have money for a policy 

Get a life insurance policy for everyone in the family 

Insurance companies don’t like giving money…especially if it’s blood money 

Civil lawsuits against civil servants in civil courts across the nation for liability 

Million-dollar policies would end police brutality 

Police would master their piece so master their peace

Remember you don’t fight guns with guns

You don’t fight fire with fire

You fight fire with… a pen

My pen don’t shoot bullets,

But my words do

Guns don’t end wars

But a pen does.

You feel me… You follow me

Changing our mentality will change our reality. 

Raising spirituality so Jesus got us eternally 

We will rise over other nations internationally 

We may fall, But ,We Rise

They can hate us, But, We Rise

They can shoot us, But, We Rise

We rise, We rise, We Rise

I see

100 Kings

We Rise

I see

100 Queens

We Rise

I see

100 Daughters

We Rise

I see

100 Sons

We Rise

We Rise (20x)

And Rise we will 

By Alee Chery