my soul will not bleed you may tear away my flesh torture these old bones scream obscenities but i have learned of the truth and understand my self-worth so your words and deeds cannot penetrate my soul centuries of lies used as societal chains no longer bound my future to your perspective of life without breath or pulse i would rather be than forced to live as a slave to your will
flagrant lies and crimes
are summarily dismissed
by hate’s disciples
charlatans face no judgment
shielded by a nation’s myths
the key’s self interest
feed disciples their fears and
they willingly drink
whatever poisonous brew’s
placed in their chalice of self
a broad based biochemical compound derived from dead tissue produced through cognitive manipulation when mixed with rational thoughts friendly rivalries are produced but in its purest form it’s hatred where some of its byproducts include racism religious intolerance toxic masculinity blood feuds xenophobia and of course war
it ain’t nothing new a time tested recipe drop into the pot handfuls of fear salt with hate stoke the fire with lots of lies when it’s nice and hot pass the brew around and watch as hatred takes hold as mindless disciples drink ignorance’s sacrament now they only hear the incantations you spew willing to follow and do your every command without a moral compass defying their own beliefs
beneath the layers of red white and blue fabric are some serious wounds that have not completely healed and though they are kept concealed they’re ever-present oozing an infectious hate into the bloodstream of even those not yet born part of their inheritance an inheritance of denied national crimes covered over with the fabric of myths and lies revisions to history protection rewrites turning criminals into national martyrs while the true martyrs that died are ignored cuz it’s bad press the founding fathers started this whole mess so it’s not too surprising scars are deeply embedded into the nation’s body what’s most upsetting is it appears that gangrene’s in the nation’s mind those once thought to be insane now are heralded as leaders surely this maddness is a harbinger of death the death of freedom and of all our aspirations for a true democracy
once baptized
with time
all
previous crimes
are to be forgotten
offenses of morality
are
washed away
and
we are encouraged
to
forgive
forgiveness
society’s masquerade
the transubstantiation
of
immoral acts
into
the divine law
of
man
so
unjust deaths
from
prejudice
religious intolerance
and
corporate profit taking
are to be seen
as
purified
by
the passage of time
politicos say
we must
forget
transgressions
in order
to move forward
but
forgiveness
is impossible
when
standing
among
the graves
of those
who died
for
the illusion
of
justice
they tossed
the loose end
of the rope
onto the tree
his skin
blackened
by
african sun
the sun
that
fostered
all
of
creation’s life
speaking
in tones
sown in his voice
by god
he said
you are the blood
of my blood
so i
have slept
with your mother
giving birth
to you
i have slept
with your wife
giving birth
to your
sons and daughters
and
even in death
i will sleep
with your daughters
giving
birth
to the ages
you
cannot separate
my blood
from yours
you
lie
in the shallow grave
of
denial and deception
breathing in the hate
of madmen
and
with those words
he closed
his eyes
and
died
of
natural causes
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