Parade our heads on pointy sticks
Drain our fat and make new wicks
Frolic, this makes you smile
Pass to generations, your blood, your child
Put booted knee upon our necks
In early retirement you cash your cheques
Feel the rise of your manhood
The strong purple pump of this blue blood
Pull the rope and make it snug
Slow bring death, a scythe, a hug
Watch enjoy in breakfast dew
You are better than us is what you always knew
Break the baton on our back
Laugh out jolly when skulls do crack
Join the throng and kick real high
Raise proud arm up to the sky
Cheer on the kicks in our nuts
The sticks, the canes in our butts
For you its yet another thrill
When our proud worn hearts at last are still
Beware, watch out hates yet not done
Arms within they’ll take your son
When your kin they turn on you
You’ll wish you had the life you knew
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Author:
Anthony N. Pittsabe (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2021 06:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by the George Floyd event
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Thoughtful writing A.P. visited your website. Nicely done. If you have some time visit mine at http://www.artandadvertising.com/web-graphics/
Thanks you Jerry. Now a spider nodding a namaste does make me smile.
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