Obscured Atrocities

Sometimes I want to burn my diploma and degree

When the autodidact grabbed the driver seat

History was redacted and crossed out

Before excavating began

Gasps were emitted

When the bodies and blood were revealed

The horrors became more gross

As the tales came from my own home country

Tulsa, Rosewood, Natchez, and so many more

The brutality came to light without me being in a classroom

Mass murders and unfettered violence

As the perpetrators were never held to account

Worse yet, encouraged to inflict as much suffering as possible

The so-called third world jumps out of their collective seats

While telling this side of the hemisphere how they can’t talk

Prepare to stare at the kettle

See the planks through the blindfolds

These noses should be lowered

To smell the carnage that was once buried

As the innocents scream from beyond the afterlife

Critically Scared…

Bloodstained histories
Under threat of being blocked
By prejudiced hands

The Illusions That Exalt The Masses Vs. A Thousand Truths

Deception wore the most luxurious diadems

Filling echo chambers from coast to coast

Banging tunes with subterfuge for lyrics

CGI correction over atrocities assuming if there’s no pixelation in sight

Like a thousand flocks of ostriches

Heads depart into suburban dunes

Maybe that California girl was right about the world being chained

Tunnel vision in full effect

Walls emerge to block veritable light

Instead of LCD skies

Yet the cogs of the illusions keep turning

Through blissful inaction

…But I Know I Was Right

Gas lamps have been lit

Pointing and wagging fingers

Claiming observations and facts are erroneous

Always being told things were the opposite

Violating the brain in secret

Once the correct words came out

Faces begin to steam

Some were from phony friends

Fairweather attitudes were the aptitude for deception

All have forced me to craft a shield even when my correctness could pierce through armor of pyrite hues

Sometimes I’d rather be right especially when I KNOW I was right

The Cheddar Gorge Shattered Preconceptions

Somerset had the key that no one knew they needed

The reconstruction on seeing an origin

A genesis that would floor beliefs and prejudices

Gough’s Cave marked the spot

For the oldest remains of these isles

The reminders ebb and flow

A rising tide emerged

Which deflected all questionable and ulterior angles

Rising in both sides of the Atlantic

The rebuilding through science

Shattered the imagined ideals for those who think the country should be one way

Especially those who didn’t know the crown came from Wettin

And not from the Square Mile

Some originators came by surprise to shatter one’s worldview

From several millennia ago



The photo of the Cheddar Man is originally from the BBC.

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The world became under watch

When so many pretended to be appointed

From divine right

A fraction of them bathed in blissful ignorance

The frays in the cerebrum commenced

Such combating wasn’t of the physical realm

Lances of shame clashed at all hours

Before ad hominems and strawmen were frayed in the chainmail

Critical hits were imminent

Correction reversed into the masses

When feigning being right was considered being right

Gavels and Planks

All point the finger
Trembling for gavels in hand
Denying their planks

Too Many Vices, Too Many Frustrations

Sometimes it’s hard to keep track of the chaos

2021 certainly has it’s issues to say the least

Tension is still fraught and the year isn’t half done yet

This won’t go away with a light switch

The pressure was too far to even allow a finger to turn positivity on

Hatred still permeates

Teachers take pictures of their feet on the necks of 10 year olds

People figuratively and literally push each other with prejudice

Petty arguments pile up online or offline

Social media slave auctions occur in schools

With little punishments happening

Bone rooms become exposed in universities

How far has society truly progressed?

It’s a deluge of sorrows and paranoia

In the crosswinds of division

When the heart is pumped with gloom from the earth

Undeserved Pedestals

Icons were forced to the masses

Spotlights, plaques, trophies, statues

All on full display

A finger from out of nowhere points to these sights

Without any audibles, the crowd mindlessly cheers

You know what they say about 50,000 or more fans, right?

The contrary was ignored

As heroes did insidious things off-camera

Caustic words, disrespect, subterfuge, even genocides

Yet they still get extolled

Pedestals become broken

When the unknowns and the slandered should’ve had them

Real heroes don’t call themselves heroes

The ones forced are always the ones who cause disappointment

Fandom Shaming Poem

Liking anything is difficult in this day and age
Sincerity dies by tweets and statuses
God forbid anyone is a fan of anything (that isn’t a sport, cars, or shoes)
Backhanded compliments
To overt insults
Are the name of the game
To be detrimental to another person

“What you like is worthless!”
“Only an idiot would like this.”
“You have such crappy taste.”

They all say that to one’s face or through an avatar
Especially when they want to want the fan’s world burn via burner accounts
Fandoms become factions willing to fight for their loves

A cycle could happen
As one gets burned far too many times
“Oh, you’re allowed to make fun of what I like?”
Says the scorned fan
“Now I’m going to reflect your verbal assaults.”
The shaming begins on the other sides
When first stones were thrown due to one’s affinity
Does it truly serve them right even if they were the aggressors?