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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.

Maximum Restraint

Imprisonment Of The Soul

When I was in the navy a colleague of mine
Said there would be a race war. I blew the man off.
Since I had to work with him each and every day
He’d reiterate hatred the pure racist way.
His intent, although clear, only caused me to scoff
Though I couldn’t take his sentiment as benign.

Did I need him to tell me some decades ago
Of volcanic activity deep in the earth
That will one day erupt into fervent bloodshed?
I’m aware there are those who wish all niggers dead.
But I wasn’t taught any of this since my birth
From my down to earth family. Shouldn’t it show?

I’ll avoid confrontation. My life is at stake.
My restraint must be maximum so I’ll survive
Both the prelude to warfare and tragic outcome.
White supremacists will go on beating their drum
To stir up the excitement. While I am alive
I’ll keep doing what I’m doing with no heartache.

All I’ll use is my voice. It’s enough to withstand
Every manner of ordnance the era calls for.
There are those who, much younger, still have a good fight.
They may march to the front line and do what is right.
Is there nothing in warfare that we can abhor?
If there’s not then predictions will proceed as planned.

Going Fishing

Open Season

‘Going Fishing,’ you call it? Why cop the lame code?
‘Nigger Hunting’ is factual… Maybe that’s it.
Speaking truth is beneath you. As predators go,
You take cues from a master who puts on a show
Tailor suited to reignite dormant bullshit.
I don’t want your white bitches nor dicks they done blowed!

You ingest paranoia. Your souls are consumed
By your rabid nightmare that your women we want.
We don’t think like you do nor do we feel compelled
To get that close to trouble when hatred is smelled
At the cusp of encounter. What trash would you flaunt
For your foul smelling caper profusely perfumed?

Take your sick vacant minds and fulfill them with space
So at least there is something to pacify you.
To this world you’re a danger – not only black lives.
We all came from the dark land. Your madness derives
From your factual science. So what will you do?
Lousy bait is your problem. You’re in a tough race.

The Struggle

Stormy Encounters

Interacting with others… Sometimes it’s a bear
To maintain good composure. Things get out of hand
And straight into ferociousness in word and deed.
Anger does have its purpose. The demon is freed
In the hope that the other will well understand
That when strict lines are crossed others then should beware.

The mind may be more active with hostile intent
When two wills come emergent in heated debate.
Animals of one species are just like the rest.
When prepared for a challenge, we’re put to the test.
But is there a derivative reason for hate
Among human existence? What feeds our dissent?

In these times there are lynchings. The noose has evolved.
The mindset of the niggard is still much the same
As it was in the good days. Some folk need an edge.
Black men are still in season as white racists pledge
That there will be no struggle. They will cheat the game.
In the long run our issues are damned to be solved.

That Stubborn Nigger Stain…!

Emergency!

Should one break the glass ceiling in emergent times
Or could making it niggerproof be the best call?
I can’t find a damned thing to get rid of the stain.
If I had the right product, I would not complain.
White blood is far superior. We must stand tall.
Whites and colored piles require separate enzymes.

Nine-one-one operator, I am in distress
…Else I wouldn’t be calling in this state of mind.
What’s got hold of my spirit is grown into me
Through the nature of nurture. How proud can I be
If I fear the extinction of all of my kind?
Does my logic suggest that my mind is a mess?

This damned stain in my fabric… I can’t get it out!
There are few advertisements blatantly engaged
In supporting pure whiteness. Where is that supply?
Hatred needs resolution. That you can’t deny.
If I let the inferior get me enraged
I’ll advance my own cleansing while nestled in doubt.