withered yellow rose

withered yellow rose

A Poem by keith
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grabyourseatgrabyourhatitsgonnabearoughride

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withered yellow rose


where are your
thoughts and prayers
again
stashed conveniently 
in dark dusty rabbit holes
of hatred and bigotry
where is your concern
for children
your children seem safe
ours do not
your thoughts and prayers 
do nothing nothing at all
except to make you look
concerned
except to garner further support
from your gun greedy
needy mighty texans
please succeed
take your sanctimonious bullshit
your ted cruzing lies
your racism and small diks
succeed please

the false bravado
of the texas man
on par with big tex
the famed state fair dummy
a dummy that represents 
the hollow nature 
of chosen ignorance 
the texas republican party has chosen
as war cry
we don't give a fuk
about you
about your kids
your voting rights
free and fair elections

democracy in this republic
blown to pieces
by the arrogant stupidity
your governor
your republican maga
your false idols
strong state
strong men

does your thang go twang
every time
another innocent has to die
so you
can have your goddamn weapon
of mass destruction

how unfortunate it would be
should your shiny bright spokesperson
lose ground
roll down hill
over a willie coyote cliff
into the abysmal
deep of the deepest sea
here pal swim
swim mutherfuker
swim

what a grand land tejas is
such shame it is controlled
by texans
such shame

i am FROM texas born in waco
my family has deep roots in tejas
my family cotton farmers and ranchers they are
west of fort worth and down south in the rio grande valley
my family has deep roots in tejas
a place of 2 water fountains
signs here signs there
whites only
no meskins 
no dogs
no ni____s
a place where minorities disappear

why you might ask have i left never to return
that friends is an easy answer
tejas was fine
texas sucks

i am FROM there NO MORE




i make no apologies for my stand against the arrogance and racist values the gun loving societies of this republic embrace, nor will i change my words in order to keep this soapbox provided by another

© 2023 keith


Author's Note

keith
comment don't comment
do what you will

i wonder
will you still cling to the 2nd
if a fallen child is a child of your own? will you?

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If there is no fury like that of a woman scorned, that of a son embittered comes close.

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keith

1 Year Ago

my fury my angers are fueled by WOKE!
always have been always will be
i am but a bean .. read more

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