the question is…

when does bondage end
with words of proclamation 
that freedom’s arrived
or when children aren’t hunted
and slaughtered by the police

 

 

and you were expecting what…

from its inception
the law
has been
unequal
for those
under
it
its function
has been
and
continues
to be
to
maintain
servitude
and
the clear
separation
of
the haves
from
the have nots
a systematic method
of
oppression
that gives
the illusion
of
freedom
and
the fasle expectation
of
impartial justice
bolstered
by
the bedtime stories
from
history
about
heroic acts
that
never occurred
or
occurred
in
a less than
courageous
manner

 

 

negligible difference…

a broken down
old man
just
a bag
of
bones
but
he’s
the
intended result
of
systemic injustice
in
an apartheid
or
caste system society
a government society
with
or
without
the label
democracy
anyway
such labels
merely conceal
the oppressor’s
identity
behind
some flag draped
excuse
for
the oppression
in reality
the only thing
that matters
is
that in the end
of
the social processing
you end up with
a broken down
old man
just
a bag
of
bones
who’s preoccupied
with
survival
and
is unable
to do
anything else

leaked supreme court document…

with abortion done
united states supreme court
is preparing to
end 13th amendment rights
letting states like florida
address their manpower needs

 

 

texas reintroduces slavery…

with the blessings
of
the supreme court
texas
has brought back
a slave society
socially
economically
and
politically dependent
on
slave labor
from
women
women
like
those old
grand plantation ladies
that were kept
for
the entertainment
and
breeding
purposes
of
men
men who now
quote
from
the old testament
as if
they’d
ever
bothered
to
read it
all they know
is
that
women
have gotten
just
too uppity
and
need to be reminded
that men
rule the roost
so
a new law
to shackle
the
girls
to
the domestic sphere
nursing
and
taking care
of
their children
as well as
cooking
house cleaning
and
washing
the men’s
dirtied underwear
for
it was clearly
written
on the walls
of
the alamo outhouse
there can only
be
one star
in
texas
a man

still picking cotton…

fingers
raw
blood dyes
the
whiteness
bags
of
enslavement
fill
the coffers
of
society’s sloths
land owners
and
corporate moguls
who’ve
never
lifted
anything
but
a whip
or
martini glass
and
unable to
carry
even the lightest
yoke
of
labor
they claim
they’ve worked
hard
for
their wealth
but
it is
our blood
staining
every fiber
they’ve done nothing
but
enslave
they
own
nothing
nothing
just
a myth
which
they repeat
as
their mantra
leaving
us
to
pick
the world’s
cotton

 

ain’t left the station…

been sittin’ for years
posters on the walls have changed
even have been able
from time to time to change seats
but freedom’s  train ain’t arrived

 

consumed…

so easily confused
the prey
or
the predator
roles
that often
seem
interchangable
depending
on the moment
in
history
but
there are
only
a few
true predators
consuming
every aspect
of
their prey’s life
their
flesh
and
bones
even
their souls
are
cannibalized
but
the unwary prey
go about their
ritualized routines
praying
in
churches
grasping bibles
while holding
questioning faith
riding
subways
to
resent filled positions
where
they’re demeaned
on
a regular schedule
but
the salary’s necessary
to
payoff the debt
they owe
the predators
so
they
continue
to be
consumed

 

self-quarantine…

i’ve begun to think
should have done this years ago
could have avoided
the imposed sins of my skin
and act like slavery’s gone

 

the book of dying 1:9…

workers’ prayers continued but no change
their loads grew as poverty did
as more died death smiled broadly
but some asked questions about life