So many horrors compressed into thousands of hours
Fraying senses, eroding hope
Ghastly binge-watching
Only to grasp reality
To make the most malevolent beings from Jigoku itself
Curl into fetal positions
Shuddering, sobbing sulfuric tears
While escaping those who delusionally believe in happy ever afters
Continuing falsehoods while commencing the fatal 10th step with their arsenic plastered smiles
There would be smiles, but the worst kind
Millennia upon millennia worth of cruelty was recorded and projected on the screen
The shrieking of men, women, and children became the present soundtrack
Accentuating the incidental horrors on display
The constant slaughter in the name of a higher power, pantheon, or the absence of such
Recurred by several increments
Churches razed while four girls perish inside while their assailants get free rides
Burn my eyes much like the steeple
Kings and elected officials deny the humanity of others sending millions to the afterlife
Lineages of brutality linking devils across thousands of miles as land was conquered
Black children thrown into the maws of alligators at sick sales
Liquidated lives at liquidated prices
Next to the furniture filled with human hair and upholstered with the skin of the victims
Eyes can’t look away
Lest they face sugary lies
Looking at someone the wrong way sends the looker to the grave
While in the same hour, two blades from one in the apex class penetrate the innocence and the spirit
More knives slice open those expecting to bring more life only to be snuffed with impunity
The unknown camerapeople document with unlimited memory
With cold cases and cold corpses under a defiled orphanage
Bomet lazima walipe
The cries of those lynched in uniform are deafened under the homes of those who were seen as “real heroes” to get the credit and every bill of generous intention
Severed skulls pile up and shown in private science labs
Residing in glass cases for over a century
Ignoring the potential history repeating for different communities
Vile! Vile! Everything is vile!
The arsenic smiles continuing with their haunting chants
“Just move on.”
“Let go.”
“I didn’t do those things!”
“They didn’t mean it!”
They try to choke the roses while only the thorns could be seen
The blood leaks from outside the screen though minuscule compared to the ensorcelled tape
Such a grisly insulation (or a wake-up call?) against puffed-up ideals
From those who think the world is like a fairy tale
The fallen don’t lie
This planet has truly learned nothing
Should a supplementary tape exist
It would be a pilot episode’s worth of material
Even the most raging alcoholic would become straight edge
Within just 5 minutes
No wonder this was in the bowels of the most cryptic archives
As it revealed the nethermost of humanity’s transgressions…mainly those that never saw metal bars
Tag Archives: Poetry
Downplay and Demonize
It’s not your reality
Don’t tell me why I should ignore it
Generational trauma unknown
Fueling toxins and flames
Compounding caustic chi
As everything becomes more of a lie
Yet you all keep on saying:
“I don’t care as long as it doesn’t happen to me” (You [Karen]…)
“It was a long time ago”
“It doesn’t count, and let it go”
“They didn’t mean it”
Shut it
The petrol pouring over my brain must stop
As several echoes of people I haven’t seen in years continue to tell me my opinion only matters 3/5th as much as yours
Even if I know I’m right despite being told I was wrong my whole life
Skeletal Diadem
The fanfare felt enforced
To deflect from the catacombs that fueled a coronation
An intercontinental legacy of blood was buried
One doesn’t have to be from America to face potential book-burning
Jewels, artifacts, and human beings
Illegally exported
“But we [took/stole] it fair and square!”
Shouted the sycophants’ ghosts
To harbor this uncommon wealth
One didn’t have to be part of the Axis (saying nothing about a lineage from that “house”)
To set up concentration camps decades ago
Carte blanche set to bury the crimson oceans
Beliefs, languages, and jobs
Enforced for these forms of erasure
The so-called Gold Coast made their funds ever stronger
This antiquated cash bought the ancestors of many, including on this soil
Even those in the modernized Baratanac had their rightful qualms
The crowned ancients didn’t look like those who ruled for centuries
The old coins and art-facts speak for themselves (afros and cornrows?)
An apology is only a sliver of what needs to be done
The rest is rightfully owed cash
Despite an unexpected abdication, it’s still a skeletal diadem no matter how adorned the wearer is
601 In Crisis
The magnolias wither by every drop
Throttling the life out of the purest essences
Erasing souls slowly in the city with soul
While seen in Flint before
The environment is larger
The eighty percent are afflicted
Like in other cities and towns (regardless if they get reported)
The situation is at a crossroads
Not just the moniker in this part of the South
Bottles become treasures and lifelines
For something that is a human right
As they drown in carcinogens
Watch the outrage should this happen in Madison
Or other hubs where melanin is lacking in the majority
How many of the aforementioned regions had this happened for this long?
Environmental apartheid strikes again
Perpetual Dismissing
Why bother crafting
New worlds or weaving some notes?
Inspiration falls
1955 (Justice Denied) Haiku
A big miscarriage
Echoes throughout the decades
While justice is gagged
Compassion Fatigue
I do care about others
That’s no lie
Yet my frown grows at the same rate as their smiles
There are those who cannot reciprocate which I understand
The ones who are able to rarely ever do so
Should those benevolent actions come back to me
I’d see constant blue skies
For now, I’m bleeding in dreamland
International Encouragement
Across the ocean
Empowering messages
An unlikely gift
Said the Reality Show Consultant
The C in C-list might as well stand for canceled
Hardcore New Yorker accents and millions of dollars
Couldn’t salvage one’s reputation like the bars he claimed to do
Yelling, bossing it up, and saltier attitudes than the Atlantic Ocean
Only worked for so long
“Starving dogs are obedient dogs!”
Says the man who acquired handouts from Uncle Sam while lambasting others for being lazy (selective socialism, much?)
Spoken like a tried-and-true slave master
Prayers are raised to heaven for the right person to shove kettles in your face
As he’s forced to converse with them with a side of crow sandwiches
Certain people aren’t allowed to act like you in your show when they’ve been punished for less
Another entry into the hypocrisy portfolio
The only apologies are being late for saying “Bye, Felicia”
Despite only seeing the program in passing (the blood boiled quite often even while ignoring everything)
Grasping for languages
Bore da, world
Kombo na ngai, Ospreyshire
Baka Amerikajin ja nai, minna-tachi
I need to be more than finite
Unu lingvo neniam sufiĉas
Kwaheri. Nakutakia siku njema.