The Birth of A Nation

What do you believe when you never receive the truth? It's Absoloot Not knowing No better than not growing It's evident They not showing All this hatred That first Birthed of a nation A celebration Special occasion For all the racist raising Hell Hades Say he hates me From where dwells Slave bibles off his shelf No sense of self Too simple for this wealth of knowledge Polish off this pen Right between the lines As thin as they skin Can't defend the sin of bondage Generational trauma They applaud it Clapping loud Sheets wrap around Faces proud Crowds surround Burning crosses, Ashes found Silence loud Truth omitted Screens projecting Lies committed Hate transmitted Violence is vivid Your legacy toxic Hatred chronic Lives symbolic The pain melodic And yet the truth is microscopic Still catastrophic And yet they mock it Won't stop it Freedom just gossip History hostage Stories they doctored Truth they conquered Hate they sponsored Still honored Monsters fostered Justice altered Roots are slaughtered But still we prosper It's 1915, a cold February night Film projector flickers, casting black and white President Woodrow Wilson watching, his eyes fixed A celebration of hatred, history remixed The White House walls glow, racist propaganda Hoods rise proudly, cinematic slander Audience cheering, clapping as it ends Racial violence justified, hatred now a trend Outside those walls, shadows quickly spread Crosses burning nightly, filling hearts with dread Families hiding, locking every door Terrorizing Black lives, like never before Film-inspired hatred, real-life consequences Masked mobs growing, violence relentless White sheets marching, evil resurrected Falsehood embraced, the truth neglected Young girl frightened, whispers fill the street Praying for her life, you feeling her heartbeat Knocks echo loudly, evil at his door Screaming voices haunt her, as her knees hit the floor They drag her father out, her mother cries in pain All fueled by a movie, their freedom slain Wilson called it "history written in lightning" But for Black souls, it's fearfully frightening Now a hundred years passed, but we recall Seeds sown by hatred, roots deep and tall Projectors silent, but screens still speak Must rewrite the story, voices never weak Can't forget that night, in the White House halls Film shown proudly, justice stalled Today we hear truth, we refuse to erase Confronting the ghosts from Birth of a Nation