Derailment of all things addressing imbalance of power

What is the structural force that enables our society to continue the way it is?  What makes it flourish under strained conditions that not every man…ahem every child, woman and man…teenager, mother and father can not assume their safety? I pose the question to consider what makes it hard to say we are not free despite the gaps of inequalities that plague us….not you and sometimes not I. The imbalance of power and who gains control of what it means to be safe,  who gains control on whether people black or brown are people not thugs. What mothers are crying out, wailing that their sons and daughters are not exempt as being seen as children. To be loud is to inflict involuntary gazes publicly that I do not trust that individual. What strength must some muster to say if they are black and brown, they…we..I and not you are trying to tell their history for what it is. Not for the pompous boastfulness that it is seen as but how else will the children know they have value,  worth and that those around them will speak on the equality one does advocate for.
Where will the line divide us, down the middle through the treacherous waters or will it divide us between our stances to remain silent or humble enough to speak on injustice.
If we all mattered, do we all matter as the same as we say,  could one tell what happens to them without derailing other atrocities.
If I say that I am blacker than the night,  that my teeth shine in the darkened room will I appeal to you?
If I am blacker than what you see to laugh half-heartedly to racial banners,  jokes and ploys to amuse for entertainment.
Will I appeal to those who consider my linguistic expression as vulgar and say that all rap and hip hop promotes violence, will they like me?
Will I speak on that the lives slain in the streets, who once did and continue still to hang from trees are not as valuable as the other lives?
Will I swelter in my the tearducts of those who have seen many things and wish it were so to not fight fire with fire?
If the fire is ablaze, incinerating all within sight who have already  claimed darkness without the sun, have they set their own house on fire?
Or has the fire continued to burn inwardly, terrorizing across the neighborhood
Lurking behind children at night or in the day
Counting down to how many times they were slain
Will I quietly arise from this peculiar slumber that has set up on the country like a curse a witch has cast
And turn my head and say the ones who will not bring themselves to ownerships for their misdeeds do not deserve to remain resilient that justice was carried out.

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