"Good Trouble"...

Source: Smithsonian Magazine

© 18 July 2020, the Griot Poet
“Get in good trouble; necessary trouble.” John Lewis, 1940 - 2020, Rest in Power

We lost John Lewis today,
Before him,
Corey Tindell (“C.T.”) Vivian
Both rightful recipients of the presidential medal of freedom,
Both civil rights movement icons,
John Lewis endured police batons on a bridge
In Selma, Alabama named for Klansman Edmund Pettus

Marching then for the Voting Rights Act, with a caveat
Of needing renewal: on a tightrope by fiat
That could be eliminated in the House of Representatives,

Now, pre-clearance gutted 5-4 by the Supremacy Court,
Making my home state’s republican representatives’ laser-focused
On withholding the franchise from people of color

“DO what The Constitution says you are!”
I hear John Lewis thunder, now from afar,
Who began his thesis preaching in chicken coops.

Unarmed, peaceful protesters marching,
His beating by Bull Conner’s Klansman troops,

Juxtaposed with camouflaged storm troopers
In unmarked vans in 2020,
100 years from the rise of the modern Klan in 1920, from then to this:
STILL not designated domestic terrorists!

U.S./S.S. using flash bombs, pepper spray and rubber bullets pummeling internal organs
On peaceful George Floyd protesters
In Portland, Oregon,

A young man
Hit in the face by “non-lethal” weaponry
Waited through hours of reconstructive surgery
Supplied with a catheter to drain
The remaining blood that would pool
In his brain;

This is fascism!

“Make America great again.”
Is a retrograde vision,

Brute forcing us back:
Before black rights,
Before women’s rights,
Before LGBTQ rights,
Before poetry,
Before art,
Before science,
Before philosophy;
Before protests during global pandemics,

To a caste system hierarchy,
With the 1% at its apex,
Knees on the necks
Of BIPOC
And the poor in Appalachia,

These sociopaths are NOT your friends!
Or, anything you should admire, or aspire to,

There is no distinction
In their minds
Of needed pariahs,
All bones crush equally
Into the calcium foundation
Of this tragicomic fantasy
Of “American Democracy.”


“DO what The Constitution says you are!”
I hear John Lewis thunder, now from afar,

We are on the precipice
Of a fascist dictatorship
That would dwarf Margaret Atwood’s
“The Handmaid’s Tale,”

Our elder brother states:

“Rattlesnakes don’t commit suicide” and
“Baseball teams don’t strike themselves out”;

NOTHING less than
An electoral rout
Will get us out
Of this mess:
Democracy as a ship of state
Was obviously held together
By spit, Elmer’s Glue and duct tape,

Along with reforming the police state
And tearing down monuments to confederate traitors:
We need a reformation
In this nation,

As our elder brother preaches to us from afar:
“DO what The Constitution says you are!”

“Get in good trouble; necessary trouble.”

VOTE!

Eugenics...

Source: Adoption History Project: Eugenics

© 18 July 2020, the Griot Poet

Eugenics is a pseudoscientific theory
Of racial inferiority

Quote:
“the study of or belief in the possibility of improving the qualities of the human species or a human population,

especially by such means as discouraging reproduction by persons having genetic defects or presumed to have inheritable undesirable traits (negative eugenics) or encouraging reproduction by persons presumed to have inheritable desirable traits (positive eugenics).”
Dictionary.com

It doesn’t take much imagination to glean
Who is deemed?
Desirable or undesirable;
From a crazed idiot who sees himself
A “stable genius.”
Possessing “good genes.”

And the dark forces represented
By Banner, Gorka, and Miller
That might whisper
In the dismissive ears
Of a Soviet sock puppet
Wearing a dead Propecia Ferret
On his orange melon
To say in a near-empty Tulsa stadium
The quiet part out loud:

“Slow the testing down, please!”

The end results nefariously
Rendered by income disparities
Existent before a pandemic;

Black, brown, indigenous, Appalachian poor
Working rural employment,
Service jobs, or meat packing plants,
Cannot “Zoom out” of their predicament,

They are all cannon fodder
Bringing to the bloody reality
Dr. David Pierce’s macabre vision
In “The Turner Diaries,”
Advocates like Timothy McVeigh
And Dylann Roof, who
Tried to make it actionable,

They are the faction
Of the former Republican Party
Cognizant of the damages
Forty years of Reaganomics, who also said
“Make America great again.”
And “our best days are behind us.”
Has wrought:
They cannot win elections
Without deception, purges; voter suppression,

Physically evidenced
By departing from the House, Bill Hurd,
And singular, astray S.C. Senator, Tim Scott,
Walking a tightrope,
Who’s been stopped by police
In the U.S. capital and Palmetto State
Still cannot relate
To the evidence before him
In his Stockholm Syndrome statement:
“America is not racist.”

Bill Hurd got a clue
Obtained, no doubt
From his Central Intelligence training:
Once they are done
Reducing the herd of BIPOC
To more palpable numbers
Than the one's demographers project for 2042,
Once evil is done

They will be
Running the bus down to tire rims over
Obedient, expendable ones like him!

A Soviet sock puppet
Wearing a dead Propecia Ferret
On his orange melon
Said in a near-empty Tulsa stadium
The quiet part out loud:

“Slow the testing down, please!”

Created Realities...

Source: ‘Complete Idiot’ Donald Trump and ‘Dope’ Karl Rove Now Working Together, by Jonathan Chait, NY Mag

© 12 July 2020, the Griot Poet

“It’s just two people from China; then it will be 15, then 15 will magically go to zero.”
“Anyone who wants a test can get a test.”
“We’ll have a vaccine in a few months.”
“This will all disappear by April with the heat...by July...by October?”

Reality is a moving target,
For a reality tv actor
Playing a billionaire on The Apprentice,

NBC had to rent furniture
Because the decor in New York City’s
Leaning Tower of Pisa

Was itself a health hazard!
Noel Casler, stand up comedian
Worked as showrunner for the series

And goes at him full force
On the source of his influence: Twitter,
To which, the Russian asset replies in utter silence,

“Tell ‘em what happened when you had to read the word ‘Arbitrage’ off of a cue-card on ‘Celebrity Apprentice’ Donnie...ok, I will. Trump flew into a rage that we were ‘setting him up’ and soiled his Depends in front of the crew then stormed offset to snort Adderall.

“This story is true btw, and a big part of why Burnett won’t let you ever see ‘Apprentice’ tapes. Trump’s tongue would do that weird sticking out thing a lot too, often ruining takes. He was a mess and still is. @realDonaldTrump.”

Donald J Trump is a created public fiction,
More “created reality” than Karl Rove’s
Flirtations with the Project for a New American Century,

Instead of Pax Americana, we’ve exported PTSD,
He should be tried for crimes against humanity,
And his enabling sycophants with him,

The GOP is a collection of
Racists, sexists, homophobes, xenophobes
Ghouls, and alt-wrong Nazis

A criminal enterprise
Masquerading as a political party,
Complicit in his stupidity

And him trying to gaslight a pandemic!
Finally, wearing a mask to Walter Reed’s clinic
As his re-election chances look spent

Perhaps his trolls will ape it and help flatten the curve?
But, we KNOW we’re one lousy headline
From a policy swerve

Back to the Russian dragon of divisiveness
He rode to power,
Mismanaging the planet in this hour into this colossal mess!

To avoid a self-imposed sixth extinction event,
Checking voter registration is time well spent
So we, the SANE, can gleefully FLUSH this turd and his mob of enablers November 3rd!

P.O.E.T.

(Prophets of Eternal Truths)
© 9 July 2020, the Griot Poet

The Russian asset
Has his assignment
On encrypted lines between D.C. and Moscow
With no official readout:

Kill as many Americans
As you can
Using a zoologically transmitted pathogen in a pandemic,
Fan flames of racial hatred
Allowing structural inequalities
To target the old, people of color; the poor
And some young
Eugenics born on these shores,
Eliminates those judged
Unfit and feeble;

Coronavirus mutates
Like a determined hoard of demons
Bent on possession of bodies
Like incubus and succubus fairies
Not for sex: but conquest.

Democracies are like dominoes:
Pushover the first, prominent one
And the rest will go
With the inevitable flow
Of potential-to-kinetic energy
Momentum.

It isn’t genetic engineering
That brings on this destruction:
Just designed negligence
By Putin’s puppet,
Performance artist
Acting like a billionaire
On The Apprentice;
Performing public
Political fellatio
On a tyrant
That is secretly the richest man
Since Mansa Musa and Solomon;
Ignoring $100,000
Bounties on U.S. service members
In Afghanistan,
That tyrant has promised said fellatio artist
Wealth beyond the dreams
Of avarice,

It’s simple
When you see the pattern,
“The Case Against Donald Trump”
And now his niece
Dr. Mary Trump warns us
He’s beyond a DSM-5
“Mere narcissist”:

Another colleague admits
On a “Last Word” Lawrence O’Donnell segment said
The only description
That fits him: evil.

What then, does that make
The evangelicals racists and xenophobic
Who follows him?

Every malevolent political figure
From Napoleon, Stalin, Mussolini, Hitler, Mao;
And now recently, Reagan, Pappy, Clinton, W, and Obama
Have gotten the label: Antichrist.

We just forgot
In our prophetic mission
Such malevolence
Necessitates: anti-Christians!

Inconclusive...

Source: Stanford Blood Center FAQ on Coronavirus and Blood Donation

© 11 July 2020, the Griot Poet

It’s an awesome accounting trick
When you endure a jammed Q-tip
Up your nose determining if you’re COVID sick,

Karl Rove started this,
“Creating their reality.”
During the Bush/Cheney junta

It’s appropriate that Greg Abbott
And Dan “death cult” Patrick
Have some hand in this

Waiting twenty days,
Losing smell and scent
You are getting results that make you say: WTF?

Don’t press your luck
On any of this making sense:

“Inconclusive”
Isn’t usually sought by a party that values
Bronze Age, scriptural certainty,

“Inconclusive”
Is a classification of the pandemic
For the dishonest, or incompetent,

“Inconclusive”
Isn’t a category reported,
Or need be

Artificially driving down
Official infection counts, meaning
The actual reality is probably heinous,

Arizona, Florida, Oklahoma; Texas,
Red states prematurely opening up based on
Magical thinking

From the orange pied piper
Of fantasy scheming,

And unprecedented as Texas
Will eventually have to get
Refrigerator trucks

To pile bodies of the dead up
Increasing our feelings of dread,
Like Lincoln Log Lollipops on Long Island,
Overrunning funeral homes and crematoriums,
The cause of death noted with the missive

On toe tags in Texas, saying: “inconclusive.”

Lethal Weapon...

Image Source: NBC NEWS

© 3 July 2020, the Griot Poet

Violins are dangerous things
Sometimes called fiddles, the action fiddling
An instrument with four strings
Tuned to perfect fifths;
Langston immortalized “flatted fifths”*
Mention in 16th century Italy
Historically impacted folk music, country, bluegrass; jazz

Lethal weapons injecting mystic muse
In the form of tunes that croon
From initial animal gut
To tuned and spun polymer strings
Einstein, Stradivarius made them sing
For meditation and elation,

Elijah McClain,
A self-taught prodigy, massage therapist and vegan,
Jamming to his music quietly
Sipping iced tea, like Trayvon Martin,
Jammed-up with not a knee in his throat
In 2019,
But a carotid chokehold
Banned by Aurora police,
An introvert warning: “please respect the boundaries that I am speaking.”
Apologized for throwing up
When his esophagus decided it had enough,
Involuntary sedative ketamine resulted
In cardiac arrest
In a hospital bed
In custody at 23…

The police fired are those that mocked
His death: the ones that killed him
Still free,
Violinists in stringed protest in peaceful space
Met with
Pepper spray, flash bombs, clubs and mace

Because

Violins are dangerous things
Sometimes called fiddles, the action fiddling
An instrument with four strings
Tuned to perfect fifths;
Langston immortalized “flatted fifths”*

Of “little colored boys with fears,”*
That, in the ensuing years of racist hate
Are still applicable,
“re-bop be-bop mop and stop”*
Expression of 1st Amendment Rights
…in fascist states.

For Elijah McClain, Rest In Power

*” Flatted Fifths” by Langston Hughes

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/151030/flatted-fifths-

Go Home...

Source: Grand Forks Herald

© 4 July 2020, the Griot Poet

They were told to “go home”...
Which is ironic, you understand?
Mount Rushmore is stolen land
From the First Nation Lakota Sioux,

In the treaty of 1868,
Three years into Civil War reconstruction,
The U.S. government treacherously
Stole land promised to them in perpetuity

Because of the old
Reason for the colony: gold
Discovered as resource
Ignited one of the myriad gold rushes

Across the western expansion of wanton greed
Mythologized in the racist “Manifest Destiny,”
Coded language clouds the history
Of kleptomaniac shopping sprees

Resulting in the near annihilation
Of First Nation tribes
Scribing sculpture of slaveholders and grudging emancipator in sacred rock
Over their fathers Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse

Leading defense against the U.S. Calvary,
Following the defeat of George Armstrong Custer
At the Battle of Little Bighorn in 1876
Led to vengeance seethed

For the Army’s defeat
At the nation’s centennial
Some of the lands recolonized and culturally appropriated
As Custer State Park,

The story arc by Dee Brown
“Buried My Heart at Wounded Knee,”
Hundreds of unarmed women, children, and men
All summarily executed by the U.S. Army.

A divisive carnival barker on July Third,
Risked Forest Fire lighting Roman candles, never heard of
Packing cult-like sardines for another
Spreader event DURING a pandemic!

He is “the Abomination of Desolation.”
On sacred Earth driving carnage, disorder, and division
New Caligula before the fall of a New Rome,
As his cult shouts hellishly to First Nation peoples: “go home.”

Copy & pasted (author unknown, from Facebook)...

All Lives Matter, but Muslims make you uneasy.

All Lives Matter, but all Muslims are terrorists.

All Lives Matter, but Mexicans are criminals.

All Lives Matter, but all Mexicans are illegals.

All Lives Matter, but there is no issue with locking kids up in cages.

All Lives Matter, but you do not care about the children that were “lost.”

All Lives Matter, but you do not feel safe when a black man is merely walking home.

All Lives Matter, but do not bring up slavery because “that was a long time ago.”

All Lives Matter, but you get offended when people say their lives matter.

All Lives Matter, but it is okay to say racist things now and then.

All Lives Matter, but you think we should get rid of the Chinese because they all have the virus.

All Lives Matter, but you hate all the gay people.

All Lives Matter, but you do not care about all the kids abused.

All Lives Matter, but when someone gets killed, “They should follow the law.”

All Lives Matter, but everyone should go back to their country.

All Lives Matter, but you will not listen to the people asking for change.

All Lives Matter, but you will not accept that there are significant issues that need fixing.

All Lives Matter, but you support a president who has shown the opposite.

All Lives Matter, but only when it is convenient for you.

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.”

Millennial Auschwitz...

© 20 June 2020, the Griot Poet

Bolden’s post impeachment revelations
Not bold, but craven and cowardly,
Paint him as no patriot*,
But a grifter of simple sophistication
For a simpleton too wounded and weak
To seek wise counsel from experts,
Shedding them like foreskins
Surrounded by grifters and “yes men”
Knowing flattery is his Kryptonite
To get close enough to take copious notes
Riding his naïveté to 7-figure paydays.

He is court jester for a dying breed
Of inbred oligarchs and sociopaths,
Rigging the system for their own assets,
Reparations not paid to former slaves,
But plantation owners and European nations
Like Haiti to France
Morphed into new world orders
And sports team owners.

Telling Xi concentration camps for ethnic minorities is a good idea,
Replicating it here, showing a dark path to “the highest form of flattery,”

He eschews expertise and science
Evolved from hunter-gatherers
On African Savannahs
With the ease of a seasoned pickpocket
Or, a man with third-grade competencies,
His incompetence has us here in lockdown

This clown couldn’t count the fake registrants
By hacktivists gleefully
Gaslighting him from laptops
As he stares at empty seats
He will lie up numbers,
Or blame protesters
For failing “tremendously.”

Gloved, masked and goggled are we
Who follow the science,
Meanwhile, he
Covers his embarrassment
With faux culture wars
Over the efficacy of masks
Instead of flattening curves
So many travelers flatter a narcissist
To lackluster super-spreader events,
Fitting for a white supremacist,
Feeling the fitting of his orange jumpsuit
At the department of corrections: on Rikers.

*Paraphrase of a quote from Congressman Adam Schiff (D-CA).

Pascal's Prophecy...

"My New Order has attracted the attention of the press with the rise of Donald Trump as a candidate for President of the United States because his first wife Ivana Trump revealed that Donald Trump reads a book of Hitler’s collected speeches, My New Order, which he keeps in a cabinet by his bed. It can be seen that there are clear similarities between the speeches of Trump and the speeches of Hitler. Here are examples: They repeat themselves constantly, saying the same things over and over again. They never admit they have made a mistake, nor do they ever take anything back. To any criticism, they respond by insults and name-calling. They use a low form of language, with simple sentences, even a person with the lowest level of education or with no education at all can understand. Studies have shown that Trump speaks at a 4th-grade reading level. Most of the words he uses are only one syllable long. Researchers studying Trump's speaking style and searching for the reason it appeals to such a wide audience have found that most of the words Trump uses are only one syllable long. Almost all of the remaining works Trump uses are only two syllables long. Trump almost never uses a three-syllable word except when he has to, such as the word California." Amazon.com

Pascal’s Prophecy
(c) 27 December 2019, the Griot Poet

Adolph Hitler was a clown show.
So much so
Charlie Chaplin
In one of his rare talkies
Did a spoof parody documentary
Called “The Dictator”
For laughs.

So much so,
Chamberlain before Churchill
Thought nothing about concessions,
Sold them as cool
To Britain citizens because of the person
He thought he was dealing with was:
Disturbed;
Caricature:
Fool.

His brown shirts were
Barroom thugs,
Lugs semiconscious enough
To absorb every consonant and vowel
Of his disjointed diatribes
On AM talk radio.

This ninth-grade art school dropout
Had a faux halo as he
Harkened back to a
Mythical past when
Germany was “great again,”
Arming for the next great racial
Conflagration,
Harassing poets,
Scientists,
Intellectuals;
“Disappearing”
Jews, Gypsies, and homosexuals
Caught...at the border.

“History does not repeat, but it often rhymes,”
Samuel Clemmons/Mark Twain
A quote that refrains
As we mark time
At this moment in history.

Fascism, like fungus, is exponential.
The gateway drug is the small things
Modern-day Chamberlains
Let you get away with.
Utopia literally means “nowhere place,”
As dystopias follow the Second Law of
Thermodynamics.

The electronics
Transitioned from vacuum tubes
To MOSFETs
As information sharing
Got faster,
The evolution to
140 characters were inevitable
And well-suited for a demagogue
That’s read Adolph’s speeches
More than the Bible;
Resembles Damien Thorn
More than Jesus
And not mistakingly,
Has loyalty to NO ONE,
Yet demands it
To the self-destruction of his minions.

George Santayana said:

“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

Physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer,
Heeding the warning of Albert Einstein
And Leo Szilard

Could only tearfully quote the
Bhagavad Gita at the birth of the atomic age:

“If the radiance of a thousand suns
Were to burst forth at once into the sky,
It would be like the splendor of the MIGHTY ONE:
Now I become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”

VOTE.

Let not apathy be our epitaph.

Blaise Pascal was a French mathematician, physicist, inventor, writer, and Catholic theologian. He was a child prodigy who was educated by his father, a tax collector in Rouen. Pascal's earliest work was in the natural and applied sciences, where he made significant contributions to the study of fluids and clarified the concepts of pressure and vacuum by generalizing the work of Evangelista Torricelli. Pascal also wrote in defense of the scientific method. Wikipedia

Carnage...

Image Source - Vox: Guns are the problem
America doesn’t have a monopoly on hate or mental illness. What it has is a lot of guns. German Lopez

(C) 4 August 2019, the Griot Poet

“Death is a sure thing but life is just as certain. Problem is you can’t know in advance.

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.” Toni Morrison, February 18, 1931 - August 5, 2019

Fuck your “thoughts and prayers!”

“I... can’t... breathe!”

Between mass shootings
Not 24 hours after twenty souls were
Dearly departed
By another white domestic terrorist
In El Paso, Texas
Nine more suffer the end
To their existence
In Dayton, Ohio

America: you have a white supremacy problem!

And it has a commander-in-chief!

From Becky’s calling cops on families grilling
To the prequel killings at a Gilroy, California garlic festival,
From Eric Garner, Sandra Bland, Renesha McBride, Trayvon Martin

You slaughtered the Native American
Forced them on reservations
After forced marches and
Syphilis-blanketed “trails of tears”
Then after denying education and opportunity
To the people that got you through your first winter...
You decry them as worthless alcoholics!

You drug the African piled high
Like stacked sardines
In boats christened with the name
“The good ship Jesus”
Stole their religion, culture, language, wealth
Separating families like goods on shelves
(Replayed in modern-day kiddie concentration camps)

Brutalized them for bails of cotton that made you sultans and kings
Had Benjamin Bannicker design your capital
His cousins build your White House
Banned their descendants from reading, writing; arithmetic
At threats of castrations, cross burnings and noose...
And have the GALL to call their children’s children “thugs,” worthless: lazy!

Block their votes
With gerrymandering
And conspiracy theories of voter fraud
And deny them rightful reparations
For your crimes against humanity
And treasure you stole.

The toll is being paid in blood
By “chickens coming home to roost.”

After Sandy Hook, once we let them get away with “thoughts and prayers” for twenty babies and six adults, it was a wrap!

The GOP is bull crap,

They have always shown us what they are: soulless shills for big money donors thrills and corporate lobbyists

Bringing bags of money to the US capital, ALA Spiro Agnew for their political prostitution campaigns.

They refrain from real governance
That doesn’t line their own pockets,
Living in gated cul de sacs
In “master-planned communities”
Where their families and friends
Have never seen a lack

They have no sense of decency, community, common good or honor:

The NRA via Russian oligarchs, the KKK: it doesn’t matter!

As long as they can get the 2nd Amendment types to scream about “jackbooted thugs” after every tragedy, they’re fine.

They’re a dysfunctional personality cult masquerading as a political party that doesn’t give two shits about America or its own constituency.

They just don’t.

And we
Will naval gaze
And wax philosophical
As politicians and pundits
Skillfully don’t get to the root
Of the problem,
Faking
Just as they drive up Nielsen ratings

I implore any scintilla
Of decency left (if it EVER existed) in
Orange Satan:
The BIGGEST shit hole nation...
Is YOURS!

Open Letter to Millennials...

Open Letter to Millennials by Reginald L. Goodwin on Scribd

Party of Apocalypse...

Party of Apocalypse by Reginald L. Goodwin on Scribd

VOX: Normal vs. Abnormal...

Executions...

© 7 July 2016, the Griot Poet

“Racism has gotten worse under Obama,”

Because as “head negro in charge”

He was supposed to be
Their post-racial-society-in-blackface step-n-fetch

He was not supposed to comment on the conflicts that’s taking place
In streets and alleyways
Almost weekly and daily

Without skipping a beat:

After Alton Sterling
Was shot for selling CDs (not loosies)
Like Eric Garner in New York streets;
We couldn’t catch our breaths
Until another King: Philandro Castile
Was gunned down for a busted tail light
Both men carrying LEGAL concealed handguns
But, I guess not the “good guys” the NRA had in mind...

And like burning in effigy,
Their previous criminality
Is researched heavily
To justify
The public lynching
Of black bodies
On modern poplar trees bearing “strange fruit”;

We don’t have to look up in the sky
For Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind:

The transatlantic slave trade
Was the first “alien abduction”
Black bodies loaded into the bowels of mother ships
The inaugural christened “The Good Ship Jesus.”

Examined and prodded like cattle
Kings watched their Queens impregnated by hostile aliens;
Royalty watching their progeny sold off like furniture;
Their names, language, religion and culture
Beaten out of their appropriated bodies

By the vultures of capitalism
That refuse to pay reparations
For centuries of Jim Crow, sharecropping and free labor
For terrorism from the KKK and the NRA that inaugurated themselves on the SAME DAY!

Slave patrols being the progenitor of the modern day police force
Occupying lands stolen from Native Americans,
Policing the appropriated bodies stolen by their ancestors,

No: Obama didn’t make racism worse – he revealed it.

Every success despite regressive resistance to his presidential agenda
Was a slap in the face of their mother’s milk of white supremacy;
It’s a terrible thing when you see your god pulled down
From his lofty perch like an Ashtoreth pole

So, in a desperate move
Some have sold their souls
Pulling off their robes

To bow at the feet
Of a reality real estate tax cheat

That’s had more bankruptcies than marriages
Only topped by his “tough guy” five Vietnam draft deferments;

His “telling it like it is,” an abandonment of the gentile “Southern Strategy” wink-and-nod
That gave the party plausible deniability

Flashing small hand sets like a mad mime wasting our time,
Talking off teleprompter and laying out Word Salads
Not making any sense at all to his thronging herd worshiping

A demagogue,

Because hell-on-earth
Apparently has its worth
To the impotent!