At the end as in the beginning,
No one criticizes us
More than we do to ourselves;
We still say our own is no less
Then the daily lubricious faecal matter
We laughingly spread about—
The greatest of liberating attempts—
Opting “Wagon Train” for “Roots”!
“Blackish”, like “Scandal”, overdoes it;
“Power” and “Empire” are myths;
“Perry Mason” illuminates justice
And nothing can outdo “Days of Our Lives”,
“Bonanza”, and “The Big Valley”—Repeats;
It’s 2020, why is nostalgia such a reality
Of repeats and our status in life remains
Unchanged?
Why can’t we smell Amaranth odors?
Dead roses smell like they are—dead.
How long must we roam
As if free born lions in an open zoo—
Surrounded by an impervious wall
Cloaked in webbing deception?