Ancestors of a certain hue
With a penchant for adventure
Ventured West
Then South
Discovering lands inhabited
Eons ago
Staking claims nonetheless
with guns
For the Queen;
Silencing millions
With germs and the Old Testament
Way back when
All lives didn't matter then....
Those savages and heathens
Weren't men
But akin to beasts
To be hunted and subdued
For the Queen
They bled red;
Had eyes and ears
On their heads;
They even had two legs
And arms to match
But they were brown and black
A melanin caste
Destined to labor in the Sun;
To bleed and serve
But never lead
Cursed,
Said the Talmud.
Crime-prone,
Said the pundit on tv.
And the meme was spun
Spawning a presumption of guilt
In the jury's pool;
Guilt by pigmentation
There's a bulls-eye
On your back
Jack
And it's hunting season in America.
~ P
#GuiltByPigmentation
7/11/2016
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
Ancestors of a certain hue
With a penchant for adventure
Ventured West
Then South
Discovering lands inhabited
Eons ago
Staking claims nonetheless
with guns
For the Queen;
Silencing millions
With germs and the Old Testament
Way back when
All lives didn't matter then....
Those savages and heathens
Weren't men
But akin to beasts
To be hunted and subdued
For the Queen
They bled red;
Had eyes and ears
On their heads;
They even had two legs
And arms to match
But they were brown and black
A melanin caste
Destined to labor in the Sun;
To bleed and serve
But never lead
Cursed,
Said the Talmud.
Crime-prone,
Said the pundit on tv.
And the meme was spun
Spawning a presumption of guilt
In the jury's pool;
Guilt by pigmentation
There's a bulls-eye
On your back
Jack
And it's hunting season in America.
~ P
#GuiltByPigmentation
7/11/2016
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