The wicked

Racism as
a self hate complex
that survives
only when it is exported
and fed by
way of an apparatus
that defiles
the humanity
of humans
who imbibe
the lies camouflaged
as truth.

Wicked men
in wrinkled suits
evil comported
in infantile discourse
that only
makes sense
in frequencies
of Tomfoolery

As world turns.
The unrepentant scoff
at the tenets
of wisdom,
no mysticism
conscripted
just ignorance
assuming the position
of clear and present
danger.

The people are scattered
like chaffs
of wheat
in the wind
on knees
that bend
to the foolhardy,
no nuture
given to the weary
and thusly
the worthy
are tossed
in the storm
with the rest,
bereft of
blessings.

How is it
possible
for the migthy
to saunter
in dark places
when
no order is tendered
to chaos?
We tumble,
headlong into
the wilderness
losing our way
bearing witness
to ecological, emotional and
spiritual
attacks
from angles
colluding to strangle
our humanity.