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Mar 2017
White Knights
like to dress up
all hooded & ****
with slit-eyes and
pointy tops
to their

& they come out
when its real dark
& burn stuff
& parade all around
shadowed bonfire-lit
in secluded fields
like lost
& deluded
drooling idiots,

they think they
walk the walk
& feel real fine
& fancy
with their grand wizard
lord of this & that
& pathetic hokey redneck

but lord no!
white knights
ride no gallant steeds
possess no magic
have nothing
but a desperation
born of impotence
& sullen
bitter & imagined

white folks grandeur!
oh spare me so,
from evil
in its many disguises
& from very real
& dangerous men
& right there
in front of us.
Martin Bailes
Written by
Martin Bailes  60/M/Oakland, California.
(60/M/Oakland, California.)   
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