State of the Union

My View of racism in America.

 

Antiquated thoughts

Drip upon the soil

Dreams of yesteryear

Covered in dirt and dust

Forefathers’ ideals

Failed to manifest

 

Destiny dragged

Through the streets

 

Worth is still pressed

Upon the skin

Instead of realized

In the mind

 

Wars of blue and grey

Waged, to what end

Tunnel vision

Hindsight forbid

 

Blood pools in the craters

Of war-torn thought

 

Lincoln’s ghost

Howls from the

Depths of your bones

 

Harbinger of hate

Clings to the mindless

 

A fall from isolated grace

Nothing broken but

Promises and bones

 

A chasm created

Walls divide

No reason, but

Greed or fear

 

Yet you say it’s alright

Our intentions are honorable

No malice directed within

 

You praise from one mouth

And debase from the other

When will this intolerance end?

Reviews

[Christi Moon]

nicely done, all of the biased BS does get really hard to swallow doesn't it?

enjoyed this very much!

[Ruth]

Not until we as a whole realise we are all the same and stand together...the voice has power and I see it more and more - people are awakening to such tyrannical bs!
This is powerful work love xx

[ScaryTrees]

good stuff
a great political piece

promises and bones indeed