Moving from the Green Star all the way to the Centennial State
Starting a new life for this family of five All for a fatal blaze to snuff out these innocent souls The injustice was a mile high like the city they resided Parents and children all destroyed by satanic teens in masks While the flames were from the igniting bigotry One suspect didn’t fit the narrative of the conglomerates As it was contrary to an unrelated isolated incident to fuel propaganda Thank the Divine they’ll face justice as adults while living to tell about it Others have been erased despite never slaughtering men, women, and children Diol family, you didn’t deserve this May your murderers face the most severe of consequences Here’s a link to this story: https://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/crime/two-teens-charged-as-adults-in-connection-to-denver-house-fire-that-killed-senegalese-family
Did you feel happy defiling so many innocent souls?
To say there were kid’s gloves involved would be a gross understatement #MeToo ignored you and your wife, but I didn’t About time the consequences rained down on you But it still looks like a slap on the wrist When others faced more time for less How many people would be able to get away with destroying children Especially after they were on THAT registry back in their home country? How many people did you bribe in one or both nations? You better thank your privilege for only serving 16 years For those that don’t know what I’m referring to, then you can watch Preying Missionaries and this news clip from Kenya. Also, the fact Edmond Nyabola doesn’t have any journalism awards for breaking this story is a travesty, too. May God bless the victims and their families.
Avant-garde art and experimental films one day
Indie BritWres matches the next Anime after that Historical documentaries the day after Sprinkling some nonfiction books in between Before delving in manga pages After writing haikus and fiction concepts in a notebook Why am I a walking contradiction with these hobbies?
Breakers and crashing tides
In the moon-less night Shouting out to no one else The eyes could be there But the ears could be lightyears away Capsizing was imminent As leagues of falsehoods rise up to sink the wrecked freighter
Voices from the four corners were screaming out
A diaspora choir risked being drowned From Arica, Salta, Wolverhampton, to even Kharkiv Obscuring by ink and red tape Try to quiet the ongoing choir While branding them as nothing but “other” Other? They knew what this meant The collective chorale should be amplified Against the declaration to render them invisible
They say every one is a critic
I certainly wouldn’t deny it My silvery-platinum eyes were spectacles for others These opinions mattered more in multiple contexts While proud of these observations My pride in my own originality faded harder than vintage denim So many fires, so many embers Only a few would become pyrotechnics, though I wouldn’t want them to be altars Other creative works would be on display There was a joy in bringing light to the obscure from all around the world No, Japan wasn’t my only destination even though a section of this part of the net appreciated those shiny pennies from the Rising Sun While I’m versatile, I didn’t want to be confined Much less ashamed of having fandoms at all I prayed I wasn’t a failure in all my endeavors As I’ve thought for most of my life
Piano, repique, chico…
The sizes of the three drums brought such color When one was lost in cultural amnesia Credit slowly became due long after Barcelona’s crown was rejected The connection to the lost was retrieved By hand and by clave The memories flooded and the shame evaporated After centuries of propaganda Robust sounds burst by trios or infantries or cuerdas Encore, maestros!
[Note: Let’s see how many references my readers will get in this satirical poem.]
Adoration was entitled to the emulators As I deserved the accolades for being best Who wants to be first, anyway? Fighting for medals was a reason of life I needed no antennae for such a goal Obstacles to being the pinnacle disappear With the snap of my gloved fingers Reaching 9999 levels of power helped Making sure I won no matter what I am acclaimed, more than just a carbon copy You’d be selling me short that way So all these originals are complaining of my existence, now? Too bad Life’s not fair, isn’t it? Is it really that insidious when you have thousands of adoring fans? This is the age where clones achieve coronation
I really wanted the content of one’s character to be the standard
Might as well call that a dream deferred Gavels were thrown like Mjolnir ad nauseum While I had my own, I kept it hidden Were others truly that insecure? Civility was a rarity of sorts even long after 1965 Of course, some would throw around that name As some surefire deflection while ignoring how the namesake ended up The scales were still tilted in the present People deserve better
Imagine if their complexion was multiple shades darker.
In this idiotic chaos, the world saw the stark contrasts. Not just with some donkeys and some elephants alike facepalming, but others from the globe shuddered. Melanin would’ve been an instant conviction if the shoe was on the other foot. Felony charges would be tossed around like candy. A harsher response would’ve been an understatement as they wouldn’t have made it to the steps. If looting is bad (which it is), then what about the podiums, documents, and other things? Why didn’t those who stormed the building just comply? Those who screamed “law and order!” last summer didn’t practice what they preached. While numerous initialed powers do their research, more faces popped up albeit with no perp walks on the small screen. Three piece suits, stethoscopes, and even those who didn’t wear badges that day were in trouble. That’s not getting into the severe omission of masks and the disgusting amount of human excrement smeared or poured around. Why the zip ties, molotovs, guns, and other harmful objects? How is a shirt with “6MWE” somehow less offensive than the word “equality” to them? Patriots? Nothing says loving America like waving a flag used by traitors (did you read the sarcasm). The world saw these stark contrasts. Are sound minds too much to ask for?