I am all for
celebrating
what we have
struggled to
recognize,

but here is
some critical
political analysis;

If you observe
how politicians
pervert the system
in order to maintain
the power they have,

you will see
they maybe
willing to cede
symbolic victories
in partisan performances
to prevent actual
institutional
and structural
reforms.

It costs them
very little to
make a holiday,
giving workers
a little break,
while dulling
some of those blades
of social outrage.

If you recall
Shakespeare says
“all the worlds a stage”
Yet, I pray
we do not allow
ourselves to
be played
by those
**** poor performers.

We are more than
seat warmers
waiting to die
while fresh suckers
sit down to buy
the same song and dance.

I am empty,
negative spaces
that do not reflect
or absorb
any light
or other
things of
great import.

Earth conforms
to fit the form
of my warm
footprints.
Plants bend
when I touch them,
but no one sees
my being
or hears a
single thing
from me.

I am the master
of nothing,
apathy embodied,
too tired to be
hopeful,
or naughty.

Warm winds work
their way
around my body.
Water falls all
around me,
but what
can a void feel
when it is not
even real?

Don't laugh.
I seek the
most apt path
to come back
from my black past.

Sitting in the weeds,
I see fools speaking,
mouths reeking,
like bowls leaking
hateful sewage,
dropping drips of
stinking rage
as they put
their anger
on display.

I'm reading up
studying stuff,
but it doesn't
matter much,
never adds up
to enough wisdom
to change,
and exchange
all this world's pain
for love and compassion.

I'm not in denial,
just trying to reconcile
the fact that I enjoy your style,
but if you’re hearing this,
then you must be delirious
if you expect to be taken serious
when you're spitting
misogynistic *******.
It makes you hypocritic
when you try to turn around
and consciously spin it
in a social justice way.

I'm not flossing,
but I cost men
a certain respect,
got those searching rejects
looking for objects
that might inject
a direct flow
into a system that's
too slow,
so they watch their engines
go too cold.

I'm not a bomb
but I blast holes
in those
violent episodes,
take the illogical
and repurpose it,
making poetry
with logic in it.

I'm not a gun
and I never want to
carry one,
but you'll get shocked
when you're shot
by the thoughts
that blow your mind
and help you carry on
at the same time.

I maybe grandstanding
demanding the handing
of banners back to the past
got citizens bleeding patriotism
cuz that cloth cuts like glass,
those symbols don't last.
After the harshest winds have blasted
flags just flap and go flaccid,
disintegrate brains like hydrochloric acid,
turning people into plastic
action figures that only think
and articulate in a certain way,
do what the corporate dynasties say
as the greedy businessmen repatriate
every cent they ever let us make,
while taking our rights and education away.

Night after night
laughter just feels right,
cuz it brings with it the light,
that relief of delight.

The closest thing to a one world government
we will ever get is a multinational capitalist
cabal of colonial consumer interests,
arms dealers, land stealers, and commodity makers
who use people as ingredients in a corporate stew
that allows the powerful to abuse their workers,
whilst propping up the politicians
who are stopping us from realizing
that we should be nationalizing
our resources and universalizing
compassion.