The Past, the Present and…

Introduction:

Not final thoughts, call them edible words

digest these syllables not as a sermonette

rather a collection of ideas and notions

written hard in mind and put away wet


Evil is, yes, the world’s purest desire

and humans will never break from its twining

it’s a backwater oozing enchanting siren songs

laden with devil hybrids and their beastly strip mining

 

Long before this nation’s so-called founding

chains were placed heavy across human hearts

call it the original-est of mankind’s sins

the scars on the enslaved in order to tell them apart

 

Death freighters sailed across the dark seas

Lower in the water, burdened with heavy hate

the ticket-less cargoes bound for King Cotton

timeless auction blocks remain the South’s soulmate

 

Label them holy shrines or places of the damned

they birthed Wallace, Maddox, Connor and that filth

the reality is there’s a new generation always bidding

the latest now nattily dressed in suits and ties of silk

 

Oh, come one, come all to the public lynch

it’s a swing and sway of the three-fifths faction

for when it’s a state’s right to maim and then kill

as one doesn’t emancipate with solely a proclamation

 

Call it an alignment with the status quo gospel

brewed and marinated in feral and fetid DNA

always remember, ‘it’s Mr. James Crow to you boy’

for the genocidal will never stop seeking prey

 

In a land where Senators Helms and Thurmond held sway

MLK and Medgar Evers bled for the color of their skin

is the right to breathe truly a sign of progress?

Martin and Medgar, they never found room at the inn

 

Yes, human giants climbed many of the mountaintops

alerting and and warning about fires of five alarm

challenging the ordinary ‘we’ve always done it this way’

battling malignant foes laden with hate to harm

 

But this ill extends far beyond the southern seceders

to constituents professing kinship with the Golden Rule

but when human innocence is profanely slain

the thirst of all is quenched by the vilest of cesspools

 

‘no dark-skinned Nazarene is gonna tell me what to do’

the humane algorithm is plainly never to be solved

for grace obviously has a mind of its own

sorry Darwin, no cure will ever exist for the devolved

 

Sprinting backwards, where hate de jour isn’t a defect

but now rather lauded as a worthwhile feature

Mr. Tangerine Man’s blessed syphilitic spittle

define him as both a con and a sewer

 

McConnell proffers his unctous, smirking smile

alongside John Roberts lip-synching Pontius Pilate

each succoring up for greater human sacrifice

with a genteel most genuinely counterfeit

 

Have black lives ever really mattered?

only in the futures market of the enslaved

angels yes, among us there are no better devils

sadism is simply home sweet home for the depraved

 

With science and facts afire at the stake

and death squads in blue roaming the lands

the latest iteration of absolute no-nothings

strictly defines the party Republican


Coda:

Jesus arrived at the dusty crossroads

declaring “I’m allergic to all matters of wood,

for the price it isn’t always right,

even in the cause of brotherhood”