We purge truth to comfort a white man.
We prostrate ourselves for him to break our backs.
Cancelling love, compassion and truth in one fell-swoop.
Cherishing nothing, we have nothingness.
Our loss is his gain.
His gain is unearned.
He knows not our sorrow, for his sorrow is more.
His appointees state their near-whiteness.
Their fake eyes and fake haired glares of filth.
It is without soul that diminishes their care.
A defunct and failed man rules with fake wealth.
He buys them rich then brings them poor.
Our D-class status arises from Confederate ashes.
Ignorance is embraced by the willful ignorant.
Gutless men who’ve existed for centuries remain in power.
Its about fear, fear that we may take care of the land.
Fear that we may save the people they refuse to understand.
Fear of peace through expression betrayed.
The comfortable white man has become restless.
The feral king realizes his death will arrive.
He rouses up the racists, so he will become history.
He wants to never be forgotten, yet he will always be a
failure.
He has stolen childhoods, virginities, dignities and labor.
He harms all that is correct and true for his own pleasures.
Pleasures, he has not recognized.
His self-aggrandizing is ingratiated to patriarchal white
lies.
I pray he is remembered for his failures.
But most of all I want to see his suffering under the rule
of law.
And for his appointees, children and grandchildren to fall.
----Jody-Lynn Reicher
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