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When the oppressed rises up
from the bending knee of oppression
to protest modern-day black codes,
they are labeled angry looting thugs;
crazy people to be deadly re-positioned
by whatever satanic means necessary.
Thus, America’s long-standing cold civil war
has become today’s flaming Gettysburg-like
battlefield that’s being flooded with the collateral
damage of the leaking blood and tears streaming
to the overflowing cesspool of MEGA’s containment;
as the rainbow of civil unrest apes the bending arch
of justice in the troubled lighted skies in a nation
falling apart from the weight of its pandemic chaos.
In such a society ripping at her seams of racism,
it has become ludicrous to think that you can simply
romanticize stinging pain and nonviolence when living
black is deemed a violent crime punishable and solved
by today’s various styles modern, treeless lynching.
Contrary to which many who sit, watch, pray and hope
today’s traumatic double-dosed pandemic racial crisis
is merely a streamed surreal virtual show, let it be known
that it is really an unrehearsed—unfolding—reality that
the All Seeing Eye is watching them watch, and will be
asking them on that day, what did they do and what did
they teach their children while down here in all this mess.
Therefore, judge not that the apathy of guilt not be your
Heavenly host; for indeed, in the present Babylonian-like
pandemic crisis, we are once again at the crosswords of
our national journey, and ourstory—rather than history—
will reveal the choices made; thus, be aware that in the eye
sight and earshot of the present echoes of people of color
living and dying in this nation of ours, it is deemed not wise
to just quietly sit around, sigh and say, “What a pity.”
