Lawd – a poem or life imitating art

They be loud
and wrong
singing that
same tired song…
what about them?
I just feel like
being right,
but I ain’t reading all that…
nothing in head
without aspiring
for the light
or opening a book
so that ignorance
can be forsook,
but these crooks
are conscripted
to take the worthy
and cover
the feebleminded in
obfuscation as
their innovation
in the nefarious arts
seldom fails –
now run tell that…

the sky can be blue
and they say its red
just to be contrary
It is a prerequisite
to be messy.

With this protest poetry
I refuse to abdicate
my humanity
to this Tomfoolery
and idolatry
to stupidity,
the idiocy
is beyond
and beneath me
I will not
bend, it ain’t
in the cards
or my DNA strand
I am predestined to
win, understand?

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes