thoughts on a nation

I was really disappointed by the fucking election.

A man who doesn’t like women, who really loves his erection.

A person seriously diluted about building a wall.

A Humpty Dumpty who can’t imagine how he’s gonna fall.

It’s…constant repetition of his unholy mission

Praising his acquisitions…

And promoting white privilege.

Monetary gain, surpass appropriation pain

The more the country changes, more it stays the same.

Had a chance to make a difference, break through the glass ceiling.

Bring in someone with hands we need to practice some healing.

Instead of progress and creation, we decided on fear

Clinging to antiquated notions of an enemy near.

Dragging morality razor blades across the flesh You praise

Claiming we now exist in bliss in a pro-melanin haze

But the fact of mass hysteria cannot be denied

And the majority rejected the things she could provide.

See, now the proof is in the papers

We see collective screaming

Of a nation under God chastised for ever believing

That we had grown up past the time of hate, irrational rage

Surrounded by our blurry visions and locked  up in a cage

Built on the backs of those before us, people hoping for life

Instead of fulfilling vows, we got a mail-order wife.

Now the streets are filled with madness

A state of confusion, drawing conclusions based on facts and figures

that can’t be proven

The more we struggle with the hate and fear called everyday life

The more the men who carry power twist the double-edged knife.

Stories about grabbing bodies as if they were free samples

And comments about how his daughter’s figure’s always been ample

And anti-color propaganda painting walls with graffiti

And one-percenters telling begging masses not to be greedy.

And threats of physical removal from the patriot ground

If multiple identifying documents can’t be found.

And screaming faces yelling at the voiceless they should be silent

And clenching fists insisting that the powerless not be violent.

I can’t begin to think of lessons we can pull from disaster

The chains are being handed over to this elected master

Congratulations to the land of freedom if you are white

It’s easy to exist is bliss after you’ve traded your sight.