Riot On My Breath

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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