Remember,
he's the golem.
Not the god of unending
desperation,
but only a minion,
a ******* child
with no inheritance.

Don't forget
he's the golem
in time of dust and whirlwind.
Reap it, and weep it,
wasted tears for ******
children and **** stars
are futile.

Recall
he's the golem.
Stagnant pools have awakened,
roaring like tsunamis. Black men
shot for no reason, praying
in Spanish punishable
by death.

Reminesce.
He's the golem.
Golden staircase leads to hell.
There is no heaven, only
mothers weeping. ****
the land, laugh at dying heroes,
"Winning."

Regret
he's the golem.
Truth has laid her face against
the stone, its cold facade
no comfort. The blade descends
on liberty.  We are her
cast-off children.