To Be WOKE Naught Too Bee Awakened

Time churned back
ward prehistoric ~
WAKE
No Science, Art, and History
dost dust ~
WOKE
Seems chimes did not
matter any here ~
YOKE
For hear be muted
sight made blind mime ~
BROKE
Existence bellwether attire
One Man Rake ~
BLOKE

Hear Yea nothing
amid silent see shore
grave RIP tide
Nevermore dye Raven
be petrified scarecrow
knot scream
Whence wind chokes
hold tears
not allowed
wet rainbows
Morrow bare
rend politician followers
hollow cast members
As pyre flame crematoriums -
gas filled
be stiff filled chambers.

Stoked gray ash
to grey ashes
create skeletal mountains
To Die Yester
Too DYE Today faceless
be morrow vanish
Vanquish heart naught
for they were worthless
to History
Religion, race, creed, color
status made inferior
subhuman
Civilization must keep up
stoic Human God
rule appearances.

Glare not
care knot
close thy nostrils
smell nothing but ass
Here
testicles there
eyeballs encrusted ears
brain temple lobes
Dare naught cry
nor feel compassion
dew inhale
pyre of humanity
Repeat
repeating:
To Be WOKE Naught Too Bee Awakened
Echo
echoing:
To Be WOKE Naught Too Bee Awakened
RIP TAPS Halleluiah Betrothed ~
Last Will & Bequeath Testament Sighs

HeArtMosphere Poet

(Wry write this? Because until humanity can feel History pyres, burning ass in nostril gas gasp; hence time musk always sense awareness. Where emotions flow feelings in moving tears to remember that winding History back, only repeats the dredged , One Man Rake of Hate. Will Poets succeed, HELL NO that is why in Grim Rhyme, there exists Dead Poets Society severed head stones.

Sometime one must leave Behind an ASS {American Stoic Statement}, to make a testament in vestment.

This poem will self destruct in tire cremation in 30 minute seconds.

To Be WOKE Naught Too Bee Awakened

Time churned back ward prehistoric ~ WAKE
No Science, Art, and History dost dust ~ WOKE
Seems chimes did not matter any here ~ YOKE
For hear be muted, sight made blind mime ~ BROKE
Existence bellwether attire, One Man Rake ~ BLOKE

Hear Yea nothing, amid silent see shore grave RIP tide
Nevermore dye Raven, be petrified scarecrow knot scream
Whence wind chokes hold tears, not allowed wet rainbows
Morrow bare rend politician followers, hollow cast members
As pyre flame crematoriums - gas filled, be stiff filled chambers.

Stoked gray ash, to grey ashes, create skeletal mountains
To Die Yester, Too DYE Today faceless, be morrow vanish
Vanquish heart naught, for they were worthless to History
Religion, race, creed, color, status made inferior subhuman
Civilization must keep up stoic Human God rule appearances.

Glare not, care knot, close thy nostrils, smell nothing but ass
Here, testicles there, eyeballs encrusted ears, brain temple lobes
Dare naught cry, nor feel compassion, dew inhale pyre of humanity
Repeat, repeating: To Be WOKE Naught Too Bee Awakened
Echo, echoing: To Be WOKE Naught Too Bee Awakened
RIP TAPS Halleluiah Betrothed ~ Last Will & Bequeath Testament Sighs

HeArtMosphere Poet
(Wry write this? Because until humanity can feel History pyres, burning ass in nostril gas gasp; hence time musk always sense awareness. Where emotions flow feelings in moving tears to remember that winding History back, only repeats the dredged , One Man Rake of Hate. Will Poets succeed, HELL NO that is why in Grim Rhyme, there exists Dead Poets Society severed head stones.

Sometime one must leave Behind an ASS {American Stoic Statement}, to make a testament in vestment.

This poem will self destruct in tire cremation in 30 minute seconds.