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Monday, December 21, 2020

Pyramid Scheme...

 

The President is a Ponzi Scheme, John Feffer, The Institute for Policy Studies

© December 21, 2020, the Griot Poet


White supremacy is the original Ponzi Scheme,

Before America’s Charles Ponzi entered the scene,

The elements have alarming similarities:

 

A large initial investment is needed,

Monies, and time commitment,

Attend hype rallies, where sleep-deprived up lines tend to repeat the same advice,

Your pot of gold is just around the bend,

Promise to the rubes at the bottom to make their lives “great again,”

Sell them merchandise with logos and slogans,

Tell them anything outside their created alternative reality is “fake news,”

 

Racism is just a tool used,

By the asinine privileged rich,

Pickpockets to willing marks, so named by LBJ,

If you’re worried about Melanin, or lack thereof,

You won’t let yourselves see that you’re being used,

Delude yourselves with “just because” superiority myths,

While your fortune and future is being ripped,

From you intentionally,

 

Like multilevel marketing,

The underlings scurry about,

Thinking their “greatness” is coming about,

Any day, any minute now,

Funneling their monetary obeisance,

To their up line’s opulence,

Feeding a narcissistic pack of privileged ghouls,

That numerically is one percent,

All, or mostly white, at the apex,

Like most pyramids, it requires a broad base,

Supporting the superstructure,

Inclines are hard to ascend,

When given only bootstrap mythologies,

Your up line encouraging the physically impossible:

Build yourself a pyramid from the top-down,

Lose reparative sleep, showing “true grit,”

Avoid Ponzi laws by occasionally selling a single bag of chips outside of it,

 

The highest honorific

From the British government STILL,

Is the Order of Saint Michael and Saint George:

A cross,

Inscribed at its heart,

The image of a white angel,

Stamping the neck of a black Satan,

Incapsulating the British Crown’s thoughts on race relations,

Before Eric Garner, or George Floyd’s “I can’t breathe” demise statements,

Imbuing this mentality in their colonists,

Explains why they slaughtered Native Americans,

Enslaved the African diaspora,

Enshrined white supremacy for their descendants,

 

Very soon, in the founding of a new nation, however, White Christians began to establish their well-being by using the resources, bodies, and lives of others. Through their own “witchcraft,” European Christians employed a mysterious and threatening potency that used the other for their own gain. In [James W.] Perkinson’s description, through modern Christian empire projects, “a witchery” of previously unimaginable potency ravaged African and aboriginal cultures...For Perkinson, the witchcraft of White supremacy conjured through racial discourse as an ideological and practical framework that he identifies as the ‘quintessential witchery of modernity.’... In Perkinson’s chilling words, “Whiteness, under the veneer of its ‘heavenly’ pallor, is a great grinding witch tooth, sucking blood and tearing flesh without apology.”

 

Excerpts: The Sin of White Supremacy: Christianity, Racism & Religious Diversity in America,” by Jeanine Hill Fletcher, CH 2: The Witchcraft of White Supremacy, 47, 48.

 

Whether they wear white robes or red hats,

It never mattered what deities they ever said they worshiped,

They have the same affliction as their ancestor, Narcissus,

Who, pinning for the beautiful creature he saw in a pond’s reflection,

Unrequited and never satisfied by his lover’s affection,

Eventually starved himself to death,

A pirate’s skull and bones mark his demise, at Echo’s witness.

Monday, June 22, 2020

Full Circle...


© 20 June 2020, the Griot Poet

Moloch’s altar has never been so filled with the “faithful.”
People thrilled by the amorous chill.
Up to their spines of being in the presence
Of their orange god,

“If looks could kill.”

Signing waivers as they pass through
His flaming, Corona arms
To savor
His off-scripted logorrhea,
A kind of diarrhea-of-the-mouth
Foul and vile conjuring’s of word feces,
Tribal hatred of “the other.”

Smothering themselves
In the gaseous plumes
Of R naught transmissions
Like flatulence insanity
Emissions with every shout,
Every scream,

Near open graves filled by
Descendants of former slaves and former residents
Of Black Wall Street,

Darwin and karma
Intervenes, the
Exponential spreader event
For QAnon, Y’all Qaeda
And the fascist few,

Intubation
Before spreading fresh
Reciprocal graves,
Post-Juneteenth,
Post-Tulsa,
From “sea to shining sea.”