When they say woke

If they persist
to insist
that I ain’t glorious
or worthy
of respect
by lobbying pejoratives
at my insistence
to persevere…
to stay awake,
while they cannibalize,
and convince
the feebleminded
of embracing
hate as patriotism –
the most sinister
kind of
hypnotism…

I’m no DEI hire…
nor will i call
you sire
no inclination
to bow to
thiefs, liars and cowards…
I have no priors

Just a MBA
and an ungrad in
journalism –
no mysticism
when I put
words together.

Still a journalist at heart…
who evolved
into a poet…

I beg your
pardon –
my skin ain’t
no sin…

your accusations
are confessions
of YOUR inferiority,
end of story –

you are minuscule
I make fools
my tool
imprisoning them
in poetry
forever…
my pen,
as shovel.

I beg of you…
don’t come for me.
signed Shun P.

who you won’t like
if he’s angry.