Crowned a brilliant orator,
capturing crowds with his

staccato rhythm when speaking

primarily to Caucasians,

or his “trust me, don’t I sound

like your preacher?” when talking

to the African-American population,
it is not the words he articulates
that give me pause
but the words unspoken
that assault my soul with a vision
of nightmares to come,
for I see the lie in his eyes.

As he speaks of the greatness
of our land, his eyes say let's change it.
As his lips speak of social and economic equality, 

his smile says these policies apply to you, not me.
His words tell many what they want to hear

but the in between words wield the sword 

that would cut our legs off at the knees, leaving
us crawling to the nearest exit.

The arrogance of power does not scream 

it's message but whispers
into your subconscious until 

even those who know better follow 

the piper to the water's edge.

The red light screamed its warning
but when we fail to heed
the voice within, we perish.

Listen to his eyes.  The eyes never lie.  

The eyes never lie.  The eyes never

lie.

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