I started to squeal like a stuffed pig
Being roasted over an open
Fire pit
With laughter
I had these desires
Amber's of chard wood
Were flying every where
Smoke so thick
It was like clouds had
Formed here
I was trapped in a four alarm
Fire
That I started
The building was burning
And I was passive
The fire was huge and I was a
Sadistic bastard
They have fucked me
For the last time
Like I wasn't going to do shit
Yeah ... Right
I was going to make you
Regret you even came to work
You thought I was going to let
You mentally in slave me again
Fuck friends
I thought first
After all these years of harboring
This deep down hurt again
I would rather
Destroy you all from making
Money off my sweaty balls
The building shall fall and I shall
Stand around and watch
It burn
Now its my turn
To return the favor
To my deserving neighbors
I am black of course
And far from a dumb ass
I will always
Remember what my people
Have went through
I live it everyday dumb ass
Racism on the job that is
I am not going to be nice not
One more damn day
Hey
If I smile then I am
Feeling some type of fucken way
But I am not a slave remember
I am human
That's why you shall burn
I will never admit I have done this
I always want you to remember
My hurt too
Burn racism, burn hatred, burn ignorance
Burn the shame
For who and what I have become
I am not afraid
I will die in the same blaze
But I refuse to die today with you
Today racism ends
Burn racism you bastard
- Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 26th, 2018 11:53
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about racism on the job and how it go's ignored until it gets addressed
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
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