From whence the wilted wandered
Wondered all
The money laundered
Has it gone
So far beyond
Where they would utter
De guerre ‘Nam
And from those jungles
Fill your lungs
With burning stakes
Of Amazon
But turning rates
Of the disinterested
To actively engage
From highly likely
If it’s nightly,
Daily,
Constantly replayed
To child’s play
Of puppeteers
In their clock working
Apparatus
To addict you
And afflict you
Forceful feed you
Needles madness
Then it’s habits
Gotta have it
You just gotta ******* grab it
Off the shelves
Or off their cellular
Dependencies
Like magic

Never invulnerable
Left to devices
For sooner
The listlessness
Kindly invites us
To break from the mold
Punching clocks
Growing old
As malfeasance
And negligence
Leaves us exposed
To intense
Hyper scrutiny
Make myself usefully
Not just intrusively
Yours to behold

Unless legions of people
Unequaled
In stature
Go marching
Like ants
In the colony
Fractured
The psyche
Then voices won’t matter
Who hurt you
Like Nike
Incisively
Signals its virtue
Upon the first trend
The Black Fridays we spend
As consumers
United
In rights to defend
Our most sheepish impulses
And wolf appetites
To the death
Of our liberties
In the black sites  
Where the word
Of slain leaders
Still herds its immunity
Deep in the cells
Of what sells
Black community

How to say
Come what may
Where the fault line is laid
What to do in events
You slip through it
Afraid
If you say it
Intrudes
And refuses to quit
If you feel how its dissonance
Widens the rift
Then you must
Find a way
To admit
Why we say it
Or doomed to repeatedly
Weeping
Replay it

Underneath
All the anger
A sadness
It’s tragic
And countless the times
I have rhymed it
With madness
But really
It’s simple
Some complex
Enigma
Is fractured
Enraptured
In mental health
Stigma

End it will
End in madness
End in failure
If you let it
End in misery
In woebegone
In malice
You’ll inherit
Such disparate
Inequalities
Devoid of any
Merit
But you’ll wear it
Like a patriotic flag
Catches the wind
And not to brag
But you will
Reinvent
Its colors
Of the skin
Yet some inherent
Mortal sin
Might in
The shadows
Deep instill
An ever-looming
Private interest
Despotism
Shoot to ****

The Apogee Man
Sees all humanoid clan
Ataraxia
Rooted in
Arable land
Gains his prominence
Earns it
From sharing his keep
Reaps the spoils
He snatched
From the jaws of
Elite
Not in coasting
On daddy’s warbucks
Here to Gaza
Not slaughtering kids
For a lucrative plaza
Not selling out allies
Betraying ideals
Not in lying so much
He forgets how it feels
What it means
To be truly
Mandated to lead
What the doctrines demand
He must fairly concede