ethic cleansing…

stars
have dimmed
once
vibrant colors
symbolizing
freedom
and
justice
have faded
bleached
by
the glare
of
ignorance
and
complacency
to
corrupt power
turning
this nation
into
a whiter shade
of
pale

 

president courts black votes…

the brown bag prophet
had just
finished
seeing
a new political ad
when
i ran into him
outside
my favorite
coffee shop
he said
now ain’t this a bitch
the orange glow president
is touting
his
accomplishments
for
the black community
this
is
the same man
who sent
his
abominable albino hounds
of
hell
to confront
peaceful demonstrators
over
government
sanctioned
murders
of
black brothers and sisters
around
this nation
and
now
that
he needs our votes
he’s
suddenly
our best friend
offering
cash for votes
and
a new federal holiday
celebrating a day
that
he
was going
to
memorialize
whiteness
in
tulsa
until
the virus
came along
and
ain’t this the same man
who removed
mailboxes
from
our neighborhoods
so
we
couldn’t vote
and
sent goon squads
when
we
held up
demonstration signs
and
showed up to vote
hell
i’m pretty certain
he’s gonna claim
to be
a relative
of
kunta kinte
as
soon
as
he
gets
his white sheet off

an abundance of caution…

the seeds of hatred
beneath the nation’s soil
need only warm blood
to bring forth the rotting corpse
of injustice to full bloom

 

autumn patriots…

roadside
improvised
explosive
political devices
nothing more
than
home-made mercenaries
pretending
to
believe
in freedom
but
failing to understands
its
most basic principles
shedding
their white sheets
in order
to
change
their attire
into
that
of
those
they disgrace
true patriots
who died
for
freedom
those
the president
called
suckers
and
fools
whose
sacred ground
of
liberty
swine
now stand on
holding
weapons of war
like
ss goon squads
set on
purifying
the nation
a nation
to
which
they
have no true
alliance
rather
an alliance
to
ignorance
and
hate

 

 

arson…

blazes
intentionally set
to
deprive
others
of
what they have
paid
for
with
sacrifices
of
blood
and
flesh
the hard labors
of
a lifetime
turned
into
smoldering
remnants
of
freedom
and
charred dreams
of
a better nation
a nation
which
could evolve
into
it’s
own
myth
were it
not
for
political arsonists
setting fires
and
then
offering
to put them out
for
the mere price
of
your soul
a so called
deal
of
the century

 

just a simple question…

how many bodies
must line the street where you live
before you question
what has been or has not been
done to heal a nation’s wounds