Friday, June 19, 2020

2020 Visions

You Pro-form with your snow storm,
  But diluted and muted apart.
           Snooze your conscience? What? 
                   You think they got your back?


Only back they watch, is the past
Restate the values, refresh the cast.
Safe in numbers, mob flock is called upon
erasin' Dixon now fixin' bayonets, grunts and pawns.


"Our kind already here" None of that!
Compassion trumped by fear.
Cambridge, new age game, raised hater's bar
Charlottesville had some thrilled, bald heads behind bars.
Madness, or race inflamed . . . both scar.
Spar when my neighbors claimin’ "We've come far"

Media, free to ya, swipe-fight-drama
One man knelt-on, called for his mama.
One man on knee, so we’d face the beast,
Got released. Irreproachable. Towering. Peace. 

    “Show no 
emotions here . . .” 
            (But you got the stank of fear)
                 "Felt safe in swells of peers!" 
                    a fence line, neglect, despair 
                   . . . see that from way up there?
                           High horse, clear course, all's fair.
                               “They’ll feel no welcome here”
                                     
                        

Hostiles bold, keep prophet's cold.
hit list toll broke finest molds.
To brutalize, the pig relies
on a shield, state cliqued up to ride, 
over the poor and kickin' in doors
thin blue line they cross, daily, tally the score.


Once your seen, the system awaits,
bow to the devils or proud, laid to waste.
Every turn, there's hells gates pipin' hot at dawn,
kneel for the victims, feel we still 4th and long.
Done dealin', forty acres, soon be tillin'
Call it stealin' does the real villain.


Media, need it huh? Thumb fight-drama.
All blue looked on, could not be calmer.
One man who kneeled, asked we face the beast
unemployed, irreproachable, power in peace.


These countries south of here, we broke up into shares
    Those great white swells of peers, few might be corporate chairs.
        High horse, your force, all's fair,
            right-to-be unimpeded, so cheer (!).
                Well-done and Raw must share, 
                       if there is to be shelter here.


Americanized. American skies.
Puritanical pulpit is high.
Invisible ink, sinks named victims, why? 
History flipped, capsized.


American Dream: relieved, retired.
Sight alignment, sight picture acquired. 
History's lies piled high, still rise.
Inestimable, the victimized.
                        *


ZDLR: I RESPECT YOUR BURNING FIGHT. GRATITUDE, MAD LOVE, FUNK ARSENIC . . .