Caught in a storming fiery reality
Which we wish was a surreal abnormality,
We are trapped like the spokes in a runaway
Hell-wheel rolling over us as we piously kneel.
There is nothing surreal about a knee
Replacing what used to be a lynching rope
That took the breath of one like you and me,
Nor of holes in the back where keloids use to be;
No longer can we sleepwalk in the reality we’re in
As if there can be any truth in dead people walking;
Those walking are those heading for death in the end.
And others are those screaming death in all their talking.
What is really surreal today, is that scary feeling that all
Is ok,
And that the tolling viral and racist deaths are due to God’s
Will;
And that today’s treacherous leadership is really here to
Stay;
And that the accusations against the POTUS just can’t all be
Really real!