Can you smell the riot on my breath?
Can you hear the cry for liberation
From my soul
Listen to the rain
It’s the tears of all those like me
Who weep for the injustice by
Poor soulless white men
So easily deceived by
A man who says
I alone can fix it
And then steals all the gold.
The self-same insidious pale evil
Who refuses my brothers in dark skin
And denies him dignity
At every single turn
Who chains decent ones in bondage
To oppressive shame and cruelty
And avoids, even hides
His guilt for his crimes
And his insecurities
Beneath lies in plain sight.
This silk suited Satanic supremacist
Brandishing tiki torches
Spewing anti Semitic
Inflammation and fascism
Parading swastikas
Confederate flags
Warped slogans
And branding it as
Conservative values
Wrapped in old fashioned hate.
Can you not smell the vomit on them?
They who defy history of prejudice
Racism and hate as
Vile, evil and contemptuous
The mass disgrace of humanity
Your riot is my resistance
My life matters
Your time of injustice is up
We of human hue and color
Shout enough is enough!
Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York
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