Loops of lies or 0.1 percent

Syncopated lies in loops
with no proof
they smell, now
gon and tell it.

No fraternity or sorority
convenes in the embrace
of hatred,
same vile spirit
as administrations
swarm in orange hues
of disaffection,
no protection
given to the downtrodden…

0.1 percent
against the rest
of us
play dumb
to get along…
this song,
old as the republic
dubbed by pilgrims
complements of
their children…
is unmelodious
and wrong –
but I will never
bend the knee
buck my eyes…
baby bye!
I am King –
descended from
them glorious ones
those who
never bent
their knee
to immorality, malfeasance
and projection –
a hard no
and my Black Fist…

for these
ol’ bums
like my Elders
used to say,
time to get off
rumps and
do something.

The Earth ain’t flat
but our intellect is..
no incisions to
higher thought
as the uncurious
are content
to play the role
of Lamont and Rallo…
but that
is one role too shallow
for me to follow.