Shhhh…
By: De’Shaun Madkins
Your tongue slices H-A-T-E into the hearts of your gullible worshipers,
Our founding fathers molded this habitat of prejudice.
continuing to separate this nation and destroying its foundation.
Each brick is infused oppression with an additional coat of injustice.
The souls of the perished victims of persecution moan in agony,
The puppeteer of Jim Crow laws wallow in the victory of the confederation,
as the laughter of supremacy groups fades into your mission.
as your ancestors scatter in disarray to find protection.
I attempt to recap the stories of our recurring history,
Triumph is near as I ponder the needs of the one percent,
in hopes to put an end to the chaos you are causing.
to create a full monopoly overturning our democracy.
But as I slowly dissect your instrument of fear,
I am silenced by the mob of trepidation.
Shh is what I hear when I reject your claims.
Shh is what I hear when I piece together your game.
Shh is what I hear when I unmask the true nature of your campaign.
So shh is what they will hear when my voice is gone,
Because I too have perished.
