No agenda

Uncomfortable truths
must be
pulled from
the root.

When their hate… is greater than their needs, logic cannot intercede, history echoes with instances of fools repeating folly.

Hate ain’t
an agenda,
nor is it great…
it is a vile
and contemptuous
spirit.

It blinds,
does not
refine,
it is not kind… it is evil,
Jesus would weep
at these contradictions
that are so succinct
but,
I will not stand
for the Tomfoolery…
in my role
as a poet.

I am dutybound
to warn the crowd
with simple instructions
in words of my Bigmama:

“… aw y’all need to sat down somewhere and hush!”

Chess not checkers
the foundation
that won’t falter
in the acrid winds
of evil men and women
that will disavow
their kin…
while spatting
on the ladder
of their own…
no honor given –

to the data
of the DNA helix
that
winding path
which allowed them
to be…
the treachery and harlotry
that I see,
omnipresently
on amoled screens
and city streets
makes my aura dry…
baby bye!

And I sigh…
as the Ancestors
weep on
the broken
concrete.

A reading of the piece as part of the Pa and Son Adventures, below:

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