The infamy

It would be
the infamy
of prose
that I would be
deputized in
to imprison
the treachery
that wanted me…
to concede to
stereotypical notions,
but I would not
imbibe the potion.

Took those arrows
made them my fuel
to burn
within the impenetrable
confines of prose
the labyrinth of literary
banished from the
vile acts
of firing volleys
microaggressions,
institutional
and more
sinisterly
education
by evil men
who defile
the Kings English
these tyrants
intend to extinguish
intellect and
all aspects
of it.

They normalize
evil by way
of those divorced
from memories
and echoes
of history.

A reading of said piece… with my Son on strings as part of:
“The Pa and Son Adventures”

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