DIVIDED: where is the independence? Let the whole truth be told, like liquid nitrogen cold. This truth is poisonous fierce and burns like fire darts with a two edged sword’s pierce. Someone once said to me “your race is worth nothing but cleaning my shoes.” I temper my thoughts for a long time but it is now time to blow that fuse. Truthfully, I don’t even remember who you are or how you came into this existence. Were you planned for? What! Are you the misfit victim of passion? The consequence! So now you’re seeking sympathy after those you worked for have left you high and dry? We cannot help you, I am sorry. There is a morgue on the other side of the road give it a try. This is not about black or white, Jew or Greek; it is about you, you better watch your speech! You think God does not read the thin lines that dissect the pretense of your teach? Are you a lady or are you a gentleman? What should the world call you, human? Don’t bring more disgrace to the human race as you try to do us, you Martian! Bout “I am praying for you.” Keep your prayers for yourself and your tongue spitting evil like voodoo. Send me one more letter and see if I don’t make your hypocritical tears wetter! O Lord, control my thoughts and console my heart as I seek to free my soul. Divided we are and this is a spiritual war, forgive my venom nitrogen cold. Many of us were left breathless, but I am not dead. Look! You better pray, for if I don’t kill you, God is going to remove your head. All the lies you brain wash us with, having us study and fail your exams was dread. But we are wiser now, stronger now, and smarter now; brace yourself we are coming for you! There is no repentance here, where is your insurance and welfare? Where are you? There is no hiding? We refuse to be moved by your crying. Where is the preacher? Preacher! Preacher, put on your regalia, it is time to bury this diabolical monster. You are the king of history and I bet you remember the experience of titanic. Some fifteen hundred people went in the water and only six were saved from it. What was that love or was it another blatant demonstration of your gothic prejudice? I said Titanic, who mentioned slave ships, who is talking about the crack of whips? Now you getting me more upset, before this sun sets I pray you hit an iceberg and sink. Yes, you made our poverty stink, you! You made our lives a living hell, ‘a bet yu neva wink’! Open your eyes and see the facts, you are worse to humanity than anthrax. Where is the independence when all you have left us with is morbid indifference? Happy Independence everyone!!! C. Poetic. P 2014
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 05:20:26 +0000
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