No Polite Society Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

What the fuck have we been doing?

Is it Christian to judge and condemn,

Let alone harbor racial hatred—

Let alone thinking yourselves God—

Is your imagination deluding you?

Are you envisioning a royal welcome?—

Masquerades end at the witching hour.

Believe!—it took only fifty-one years!

Only fifty-one, you motherfuckers—

Evil blocking the light entrance because

Negroes—as you slurred them—“don’t belong.”

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 4, 2026.

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Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Online)
Published: October 4th, 2026 05:55
Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This poem draws inspiration from a history too easily softened by the passage of time. It considers what happens when Christian faith is used to guard exclusion rather than confront it, and when those once told they did not belong refuse to let hatred have the final word.
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In collections: Scorched Strays.