critical white race theory…

a flag's silhouettes of death...

so
many stories
told
that
we hold to be true
but
most
are not
just
creations
for
justification
blackout paint
to conceal
the blood graffitied
highway walls
of
history
cover-ups
for
fear
that the truth
could
indeed
set us
free
or
at least
make
them
see
their
shame

 

 

just talk to the hand….

just talk to the hand

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

 

 

lesser men…

matryoshka

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

invented justice…

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there can be no doubt
a marketing miracle
has been created
oppressors are now claiming
the oppressed are tyrants
so real oppressors
have used a bunch of new laws
designed to assure
that those who have been oppressed
remain bonded to their will
a simple process
using disinformation
as a legal veil
essential truth distorted
power is all that matters

we are don quixote…

we are don quixote...

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

 

 

justifiable homicide…

justifiable homicide

biblically inspired
post-it notes
placed
on the pages
of
history
easily removed
and
replaced
to
fit
the occasion
and/or
the whims
of
men’s
greed

relational revisionism…

relational revisionism

an old flame
of mine
whose name
from time
to time
surfaces
in discussions
with aunt bea
always forces me
to follow
that old sage
advice
if you
can’t say something nice
don’t say
anything
at all
last night
i
merely said
she’s
creative
oh
aunt bea
said
she’s quite creative
rewrites history
every time
she opens
her mouth