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Thursday, October 1, 2020



from those of us
that need more
than bread alone
to those slavist boors
dark flocks of rank vultures
those that never atone
supremacists that bind and strip us
pick clean every bone
if you hang me
from your murder tree
if you imprison and skin me
take away all that was ever me
I'll come back to haunt you
you'll find you are rich
but you aren't free
unforgiving nature will taunt you
your gaunt crime mirrored
by your reckless reflection
nothing imagined
that is pure
you and your kind
will suffer everyday
endure if you can
you'll never find a cure
for your bothersome black heart
echoing the colour of your dark soul
even when you are utterly ghoulish
manage to tear apart
what once was whole
what you leave
nothing but carnage
strip egalitarians of their humanness
resistance will surely torment you
existence will further darken your soul
destruction's cruel marks
destroying priceless wilderness
deliberate broken laws
all those stolen parks
fool leader statues
iron propaganda
rising in every public place
remarkable straight-laced nature
will never sleep
continually invade
your psycho space
you'll bend then break
in the tempestuous wind
forest demons
will harass your kind
you'll find yourself
caged and surrounded
your gilded armor
imitating some forged fortress
but stealth will guide vengeance
usher wakeful spirits into your lonely room
terrify you in the dead of night
they'll steal all your happy pills
you'll be cursed and abandoned
walled within your wealthy segregation
true goodness will profoundly pass you by
your years will all be degradation
in your fearful dreams you'll drown
be hounded with midnight ghosts
your mind clouded
buzzing chaos and biting flies
you'll go through
your empty idle life unfulfilled
history will be tempted
hold you in contempt
life will make you pay
all your evil
all your divisive lies
greedy heartless people
you are not exempt
induce the kings new clothes
still no excuse for any man
no regal or real disguise
burnt toast and artificial jam
atop your golden breakfast tray
all your sideways looks
all those deceitful words you say

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