We breathe heavy,
Asthmatics gasping thin air.
Drape, tired mourning clothes, over whipped shoulders,
Weighed down by the ever
increasing weight
Of your
Fear,
Privilege,
Greed,
Morality,
Ego,
Imagined superiority,
Blue on Black wall of silence…
How great is thou
Murderous intent,
to undo
the God you forced on us?
To control,
Corrupt,
Make complict our demise-
while,
We walk in our ragged,
Soleless shoes,
Polished to a high shine
In reflection,
For embracing non-violence
In the light of your fight
Rubbing blistered toes
-Exposed
On the sidewalk of your false foundations,
Embibing in your rank stories
Of our crimes,
Nature,
Bloodlines,
very Being.
Just the justification
For devils to act.
You should talk…
Like everything,
You do it better…
Lie.
Are born to it…
Malign.
Take to hate like
A duck to dark water.
~D.E ’20
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