Tag Archive | bigotry

Liquidity Of Duty

Now, Up To the System

Civil War is not ended, and it never will
Be completely resolved any frigging time soon.
Rude awakenings come to those who’ve been asleep
To the hatred that binds us. So, should my heart weep?
That ours is one proud nation I’d fiercely impugn.
Perfumed feces we echo. Our honor is nil.

 The big issue was slavery that time ago.
White folk wanted their niggers under their control.
History has been ruthless to their sentiment.
It is logical then to assume they resent
Anything suggesting everyone has a soul.
I had almost forgotten what I need to know.

So, this was the election. No blue tidal wave
Washing over the bitter-hearted bigotry
Did occur as expected by those who held hope
That we had evolved somewhat. All non-whites will cope
With a system imperfect. I personally
Am assured of its power to harm and enslave.

Doctor King had a dream once while quite wide awake.
Some folk will not forget that. It was the last straw.
Quite a chunk of this nation is racist indeed.
No longer I’ll pretend that I don’t have the need
To rely on raw instinct. I won’t hem and haw
To myself about ideals that are a heartache.

Smoke And Mirrors

The Never Ending Illusion

Need one go to the devil or just sit in place
And observe what is happening on some device?
Satan has made his presence for those who believe
That personified evil will grant no reprieve
From the ongoing nightmare. It doesn’t think twice
All at once of supremacy for the white race.

Not perceived in the darkness and stale, misty haze
Is a stage even blacker. The psychic ink hole
Draws those near it into it. Their certain demise
Comes to everyone else but them not a surprise.
What is feared may be known is the hate in its soul
As expressed through its armies prepared for ‘last days.’

We can see not the drama in true light of day.
Everything made mysterious, all that is shown
Is appended illusion to make the shell game
Just a bit more spectacular – and there’s no shame.
Those who dare rewrite history, let it be known
That you, as the minority, won’t get your way.

Naïve are not the hated who manage their fear
On a day-to-day basis. The madness may come
Unexpectedly swiftly. My life is worth less
Since this demon stole office. I can’t second guess
What the wild have conspired by the beat of his drum.
Will I be any safer when this stage is clear?

Petulant Of Persona

Fire Starter

Easily there is conflict to find everywhere.
For the one who is looking, potential is ripe
For creating a firestorm so hate can be heard
And felt deep in the soul. When emotions are stirred
By complex fabrications and poorly brewed hype
Then the crowd agitated acts out in despair.

Everyone with an ego, in one of two ways
It can be used – in fear, or in doing some good.
It is by choice we each find a path to engage.
Acrid actors are destined to burn down the stage
In irrational outrage. Like dry kindling wood
Those who choose to burn hot will set themselves ablaze.

Idleness fuels distractions of heated content.
Reinforcing delusion delights by the day
And by night, holy terror is set to be laid.
Under cover of darkness hate crime will be paid
To unfortunate ones who they’ve deemed as their prey.
There’s no getting through to those who live to foment.

What they do in their day jobs is just a backdrop
And a means of survival… not quite a career.
Simple minds, meager lifestyles, and bigotry are
Attributes of the ones who rip open the scar
With an insane agenda to elevate fear
To a thing to be proud of. How soon will it stop?

Persuasive Forces

The Poison Of Gossip

Clues are ripe for the picking effortlessly so
One need not even reach. They just find their right place
In the frail mental basket that leaks in the sea
Of the fertile subconscious half full of spilt tea.
The alarm must be sounded to wake up our race
Toward the war of extinction. Here’s what you must know:

Conquerors of the world all throughout history
(…The one white men are used to) had pearly white skin.
Therefore we are superior and we should rule.
May all others beneath us become our footstool.
We know killing off niggers is no mortal sin
And when we’re all united, most lethal we’ll be.

Getting to the false bottom in any dark well
Must be done in pure blindness. The blackness obscures
Bits of truth that may be caught adrift in the wake
Of the current of restlessness. What is at stake
Is our mistake supremacy. Hatred ensures
That we’re not of the kind to do lynchings and tell.

The profoundly effective ideology
Doesn’t have all that much to cause harm on its own.
What it takes is repeating and keep it hot.
Tension must not die out ‘til we get what we ought.
While embroiled in the struggle, you are not alone.
All we morbid souls earthbound were meant to agree.

Uncomfortable Questions

Reactive Thinking

When a black man is shot seven times in the back
Is it only good luck for the bigoted ones?
Is collateral benefit granted also
To the yet uninfected who witness a show
Of extreme force unwarranted? Have police guns
Replaced nooses in essence as legal attack?

Bias is a continuum. Slow in its growth
Over decades of nurturing, what is believed
Is what’s impressed upon us from those we’re around.
Folks don’t just up and act out. We tend to expound
On our internal programming. What is perceived
Is too much for the shrunken heart. Hate becomes oath.

How greater is reality over the tales
Interwoven in consciousness carelessly led
Into playing it small in the ultimate game?
Questions to many answers befall us in shame.
Ignorance is pandemic in that it’s widespread.
Is it hard to predict which allegiance prevails?

By which part of the problem do I feel enslaved
As I watch others like me because of my race
Become victims of violence from angry men?
What’s been ripped from my heart, can I have it again?
There are so many questions others will not face
Nor myself anymore lest I’m rendered depraved.

Restore And Rejuvenate

Facing Familiarity

As without, so within; as above, so below.
If there’s turmoil identified is it in me?
Do the streets in my vision see fire and brimstone?
Is there hatred outside me, or is it my own?
Thank God I have no TV yet trouble I see
Way more than what is needed but less than I know.

Things that are most familiar and closest at hand,
Like the people I know and love, give me some peace.
I’ll depend on relationships and make them strong.
To ourselves and to everyone we all belong.
No whitewash on a brick wall can offer release
Of the deep rooted tension I can’t understand.

My instincts are creative for bad or for good.
I alone get to choose which one that it will be.
There’s no heat in the moment nor is there a chill.
How one interacts socially is by free will.
Were we made and put down here to all disagree?
It makes no sense to heart nor mind. Who says it should?

We treat animals badly. Perhaps it starts there.
Being harmful to people then isn’t too far
From the general premise that some are not worth
A good place in society or on the earth.
Who would dare to conclude we know not who we are?
What besides our aggression can we hope to share?

We’ll achieve restoration. Some time it will take
For the soul’s evolution and replenishment
Of the spirit communal. We can’t get along
As long as we make certain groups out to be wrong
Due to race, creed, or class. We compel our descent
As one treacherous species. When will we awake?

Darkie Season

Clear and Present Emergency

Background checks do save lives. Moscow Bitch must agree.
That’s why he won’t allow them. The breeders will breed.
And we can’t let that happen. Soon this nation will
Be infested with colored folk. White folk must kill
To prevent the invasion. The way to succeed
Is by bribing the senate, and most thoroughly.

Armies need army weapons. They do the most harm
In a series of instants, so let them be sold.
If I were president, I would give them away.
My elite subcommanders would do what I say.
Is it true that a massacre can be controlled
By the use of one’s rhetoric and true alarm?

I must look at my hatred. Our teacher-in-chief,
Knowing not that he’s doing so, offers the hope
That I don’t focus on him. He is but the sore
Of a wound suffered long ago. Never before
Have I re-felt such venom because of this dope.
This remains a hard lesson. Am I due relief?

No such thing will I know of unless there’s a change
In my way of perceiving all that must take place
As a function of being in this human form.
I perceive human hatred a recurrent storm.
Those who cannot believe that we’re all of one race
Are a lesson in my life, although that sounds strange.

They Do Think We’re All Stupid!

Conflagration of Troubled Leadership

The disease of entitlement has become vogue.
White men stuffed in silk jackets must each wear a noose.
Why this is so is custom and much too absurd,
So, one wouldn’t be wise taking them at their word.
Slavery is professional as is abuse.
There’s a reason our government has become rogue.

We elected Obama. That was the last straw.
Not just once, but twice, we went and did the wrong thing.
Now, one hell of a backlash from nigger ascent
Reminds all that the fruits of our nation were meant
For the few white and wealthy. What freedom will ring
Is America ‘great’ again made into law.

They said, “Screw it! The People don’t know what they want.
They make foolish decisions. It’s now up to us
To return us to sanity and the white way.
We declare infiltration has seen its last day.”
One dose of the right nigger scares whites treasonous.

So, who’s up for the running? Who’s our confidant?

Oil and Water

TheMagicRealist.com

Oil and Water don’t mix well. What else should I know?
North and South never ended their all out race war?
Jews and Arabs will always be blood enemies?
Blacks and Whites can’t be equal? That’s not how God sees?
I guest star in a rerun. I’ve been here before.
I am black, and I know it. Gosh! Who tells me so?

Is it you who reminds me, Miss Trash, on your rant?
It’s not looks… rather actions that define a man
Or a woman. One could ask if you’re either one.
A sick child will spew rancor and do it for fun.
If you could have a TV show based on the klan,
You might want not a black boss. I’d think just a scant.

So, a popular loud mouth with off-the-wall views
About just about everything barring the dark,
Crafts a base learning moment. I’m smack back in school.
You ignored the one voice that plead, “Shut your mouth, fool!”
With your teaching credential, you have made your mark.
It’s a shame that the others must now pay your dues.