Black Panther

I went to see Black Panther

And once again my heart was broken

The sins of my fathers—my sins

Are so apparent and starkly portrayed 

We are thieves

We stole human beings from their

Families, homes their land

Their civilizations and potentials

We are white supremacists

We collected up lands and people and resources 

And made them our own

Without thought or regard

We are liars

We make up our stories to suit our cause

Stories of our godliness, intellect and goodness

To cover the truth of our hatred and fear

All this, carried out under the gaze

Of the Father who made each his beloved

Thinking if we use his name our sins

Will go unnoticed 

My heart is broken open as I watch the scenes unfold

The beauty and wisdom of those we call savage

There are not enough tears to cry

To wash away the wrongs that we have done

Black Panther 

Call forth the courage of your children

Call forth their beauty and their glory

Give names to those whose names we’ve stolen

Perhaps your time has come...