please don’t say those words again about us all getting along because we can’t hell even lovers can’t do that so why do we pretend that the embedded rebars of ignorance and hate can be chiseled from centuries of layered contrived history each previous attempt has been paved over with more hatred and fabricated reasons to fear others that are not understood nor acknowledged for that matter so please do not bother me with can’t we all just get along
traditionally a square shaped space with solid bars resembling a cage no flexibility in the range of movements but was excellent at teaching the lesson that there was no way out but the old-fashioned bar design is long gone now modern designs provide flexible walls and a clearer view of what’s beyond the horizon thus facilitating the illusion of freedom this sense of freedom can be enhanced by a variety of extra features added to this stagnant environment options that are entertaining and distracting thus heightening the belief that all things are possible but like all social playpens the function remains the same to maintain confinement thereby safety for the ruling class
a game of cat and mouse observed by buzzards where two of the same species are convinced via history that one is the lesser but both have been told that the other is the lesser so in order to preserve the natural order of the universe one must be demeaned and destroyed at every opportunity and to the victor nothing but more of the same but the carcasses belong to the buzzards who instigated the whole damn thing
in
the
beginning
let’s play a game
of
pretend
you pretend
with
a sincere stare
that you
truly care
about
the problems
of
others
their welfare
and
rights
to make
independent choices
under
the mantle
of
freedom
and as part
of
this dolos script
let’s
have you say
that race
and
social status
have nothing
to do
with
what you’ve proposed
say
you’re
merely
protecting
against voter fraud
and
only have justice
as
the center piece
of
your policies
oh
and let’s throw in
that
political ambition
and
power
are not
the stimuli
for
the actions
and
threats
that
you’ve made
those heavy handed measures
are
to defend
freedom
it’s
really
not
fascist
and i’ll pretend
that all you
say
and
do
isn’t
just about
you
and when your dead ancestor doesn’t answer your prayers who will you find to guide your faith will you accept each agnostic word heard from the pulpit tho dissonant with what you know to be true or will you search the internet for a new gospel one that feeds into your lust and desires or makes you superior to another proving that god is only on your side and thus the divine will willingly accept the assassination of your foes by your hand a convenient theme used throughout history so why shouldn’t you use it for there’s nothing that can’t be justified with proper editing or interpretation of god’s words anyway you’ve always thought there should be a rewrite effectively substantiating what you believe should have been written in the first place
as writers days are spent fighting windmills writing words on the wind words of unrequited songs for freedom and justice wanting to believe in the virtue of a less than virtuous nation hoping to shape the myth into reality a nation for all men judged only on their merit but that’s a panglossian dream the siren’s song filled with vain and empty words of chivalry a song that has led many to death’s stony shores still believing their contributions to society and their suffering and pain could not be ignored forever but that was excessively optimistic for most traces of their lives have been erased from history all that remains are shadows of windmills and these few words cast into the ether
when cornered
the
most docile
of
creatures
will
become
fierce
the smallest
and
the weakest
will
rise up
and
strike
with such
intensity
that
the
predator
is quickly
destroyed
a lesson
some
politicos
will
no doubt
soon
learn
for
the new
allegiance pledge
has become
when laws become
a tool
for
bondage
rebel
a lesson
taught
to
every
grade school child
in
this nation
from
our
forefathers
for a brief moment in time we believed the dream could come true that our words could save lives and change the course of history but after all these years we are still counting bodies from war and seeing women denied the rights to their own bodies love one another is still really just the lyrics of a song sang by a few folks sipping martinis at the club house a sentimental relic of college days days when some of us watched our friends being dragged off by the police some never the same person once returned from captivity some souls are perishable war rape and police batons can do that they say just as bullets can end life and when the white sheets are replaced by dark uniforms of blue or black the murders are made justifiable lynchings without ropes nothing has changed but once we had dreams
i lie here among severed spines from lynchings and shattered skulls from clubs and shotgun blasts so i’ve grown tired of all the rhetoric all the promises written on the wind words i’ve heard over and over and over again words that are no more than sterile seeds so i’ve learned there will be no harvest of freedom for only the chaff of hope has been planted into the cracking clay of tomorrow the husk of dreams left there along side these blood stained bones of mine
drawing cards from the stacked deck of life a game of catch 22 for blacks where draws are always bad and without fail lead to the players being dealt out
