AMERICA, CHAOTICA

Frances faces the frantic flogger
His sweat and fear visible from the Mount of Safety
“Let’s have this conversation
…shall we?
What at all did us black do to some of you?”

II
Matthew looks at him with disdain
“You’re everything we’re not
You can bleach to be us
…but we can’t bleach to be you
You have manhoods like rods
…we just make do with our small brooms
So you sweep our women off their feet
While your women run after you
…like their stolen jewels
You’re flooding our country
…in a population-overtaking threat
And you ask what you did to us?”

III
So Matthew flogged Francis
…till he lost his senses and shot him dead
Forgetting the land which gives him power
…got its source from the bloodline of his victim
How the strongest stands helpless
For the weakest to treat them heartless
Always beats my imagination

IV
But that is how far America has come
Masks of hatred falling off
Making way to the real faces of racists
…who act monsters and still find ways
…to put their monstrous blames on their victims

V
A time is coming the broken will break before his breaker will breathe
…around him
Because even frogs vomit if they’re forced to drink too much water
So continue building prejudices in your minds and that of your wards
There are feet who will use them as bridges
…to climb to their successes
Leaving you as useless as your dirty white thoughts
I see that time in the approaching future
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 28, 2020