woke to the broke Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

the first day of eighteen sixty-three.

a proclamation that all slaves of rebel states

shall be declared henceforth free.

oh shucks. oh me, oh my,

what can be said, but golly gee,

it took a little while...what’s two years

to arrive and give you reason for cheers?

but smiles, silly crocodiles...you’re alive

and can finally say you’re free on this

nineteenth day of June, eighteen sixty-five.

but, if our arrival seems contrived,

wait until we go to concede

the horror you faced while alive.

then we will name it a holiday—

yet racism is here to stay—

while complaining about those woke

over how morally broke

we truly are.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 19, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: June 19th, 2026 08:41
Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
Category: Sociopolitical
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In collections: Truth, Applied.