Impotent Reparations
Looking and Seeing
A mother of swirling black smoke bore you
Bundled in burlap
Atop burning earth's dust bowl
Before you
A life of sweat tainted tobacco leaves and cotton bales
Shrouded in tight braids of hate's acrid air
While above...
Above were only your father's cries of mercy
Filling the grit dense clouds
As Jim Crow rode the thunder
Looking down to make more the same
More swaddling to construe miscreant
Still
Painfully
Some of us
Considering history
Peer skyward
See the many blind eyes
Instead of stars
And remind ourselves
The past always sends forward its remains
To be a haunting presence
Helping us see
The importance we are truly looking at
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Yes, and look at what one blithering idiot can do pretty much
all by himself while 330 million of us look on afraid to
kick his blubbery ass into oblivion.
It's time for the brutal times to be over and everyone have a free shot at the brass ring on the merry-go-round we call life.
Ron