(2020 VISION)
And a son or a daughter again has died... Victims of a democratically racist system... Whitewashed and gleaming in the sun... So many caucasoid voices saying it doesn't exist... There eyes filled with rage... Spittle on their lips... So many bones would testify otherwise... Voices of my ancestors crying from unmarked graves... We should burn this motherfucker down... Fuck massa and his house... Tired of second class treatment disguised as benevolence... So many of my people fooled... Following a white Jesus that never existed... A peace only after death... Angels singing soft songs and shit... So unrealistic an existence... Living to die and consumed by consumerism... Buying his goods to be like him... Such a high price placed on essential things... Such a low value placed on life... Cough, cough as Corona reigns unchecked... Trump raging against the winds of change... KKK robe flapping in the wind... Noose in his words vehemently sprayed... Amerikkka on fire and visible across the seas... Such a sad bit of poetry... A son, a daughter, they have died.
JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY
