Prose against rebels (PAR)

A hard no from this poet.
I like people
that read books –
and speak coherently
the opposite of
those beesching
their minions
to inject bleach
in veins…
you gotta be
out of your head
or that unnatural
tinge on skin…
as your countenance
makes the legions
cringe.

Sigh and hard pause,
as I did not want
to throw the
gauntlet…
but I must,
lest this Tomfoolery
corrodes
my humanity.

A fuck you
in poetic frequencies
for political seasons
as the reason –
shall we begin?

Ahem…

I would rather
consort with
snakes on a plane
or crabs in bucket
before I’d even
tender a vote
for a worthless troll
who lies whenever
his mouth moves,
while armed with
a felonious streak
of thirty four
and counting.

Egads and alas
as short memories
rule the day…

but I rue
the moment –
a bad omen,
when I saw
in 1989
a death
sentence or declaration
in newsprint…
for the Central Five –
Black and Brown boys
who committed
no crime,
other than surviving,
or fitting
the description…

in a world that
routinely
challenges, the
supposition of their
humanity…

we must endeavor
push back…
and be better

as choosing
to do nothing

will leave us
all damned…
if we continue to let this
treachery
slide.

 Seeing this flashing across the TV screen in 1989 frightened me, as I realized that someone like me? Simply because of my hue, could be interpreted as a threat, (just because). After serving 5 to 13 years in prison, all of the Central Park 5 were acquitted by way of DNA evidence and true to form, this vile human never apologized,.