people
burned alive
then
hung from trees
no compassionate
words heard
just
mumbled words
that’d learn yah
children
murdered on the street
by those
charged to protect
no
compassionate
words heard
just spiteful hisses
that’d
learn yah
children left
at the border
orphaned
by
procedures
dying of desperation
no compassionate words heard
just a lullaby dirge
that’d learn yah
that’d learn yah
oh but when
antivaxxers pleaded
for hospital beds
denying others
critical healthcare
we’re told
to show
moral compassion
a nation
practicing
selective compassion
perhaps we should say
that’d learn yah
as he lie dying the phone rang taking the call he found a distant family member on the line who asked how he was doing he said everything’s going as planned hung up and died with a broad smile on his face having left them disappointed about his successful plans
called by many names historical alchemy medieval witchcraft it has changed over the years now critical race theory the purpose is still to convert something that is real into fantasy transformation of matter an occult art of liars
for years mary lou worked for the town’s only doctor’s wife taking care of her children preparing meals cleaning her house and ushering away the numerous gin bottles scattered all over the house like dust bunnies so the good doctor wouldn’t find them but this refined lady let mary lou go saying women like her needed one of those foreign housekeepers not just an old colored lady so mary lou let go too of all those well-kept secrets all over town
you nod
your head
when
we speak
but
you don’t hear us
that
painful look
of
understanding
on
your face
won’t
be
your saving grace
it
just shows
that
how
we speak
makes you
believe
you know
something about us
fictitious facts
drawn
from all those
historical
stereotypes
but
you
don’t know
us
the subdued sounds
of
our voices
conceal much
and
only
reveal
what
we wish
to be seen
verbal
camouflage
masking out
the sound
of
a fuse
that’s
already
been
lit
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