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Yenson Jun 2021
we welcome all representatives of slaves
now our cotton fields have become mechanised
but we still need them to toil
and do all the things too low for us
but those born to ermine and silver
with lineages distinguished
are not to be condoned
they are too well bred to be of manual use
and won't kowtow and take instructions
they will not know their places
and will start proving they are better than us
they are not uncle Tom material
So we either show these types the door
or
break them down bit by bit till they learn their place
Only us can have any power or authority
and we decide how they live
and how far they reach
its as simple as that
we will steal your lawful property
and make you apologise to us
and kiss our feet
we rule ok.....
we can do wrong and be right, we can flip and twist anything. we wreck without the slightest pang of conscience or remorse.  know your place and hold your tongue or get cancelled, erased and wreck. What abolition, what freedom and liberty, what egalitarian society, I guess you still believe in Santa Claus and little green men, Silly ***!
Yenson Jun 2021
The fevered comedians of Armageddon
with burning heads
and ragged in Damnation tuxedos
and twisted serpentine ball gowns
are all roasting at Hell's Comedic Club
drinking bubbling hot blood Perignon
as they nibble on steaming hot ****
its 'open mic' evening
and devilish jokes are bellowing from their *****
off course
they always speak through their *******
they are rolling around and crying hysterically
there is no peace for the troubled
'Comrades, comrades,' farts out one of them
with reddened face and sizzling bacon smell emitting all around
Comrades, do you know what the biggest joke is?'
I'll tell you
' Do you all realize we still actually on Earth
and look at how we are still suffering for our Art'
Even louder groaning and wailing swept round the room
' Is that why they call us Red devils!' piped a lone sad voice
'
Yenson Jun 2021
I am better placed
so sorry you are not
I'm happy to help you vent
and release your bitterness 'n frustrations
but don't let it consume you so much or else
you'll be even more bitter and limited than you are already!
cheer up.....life is for living...not cursing your luck and hating the rich
but feel free to throw stones from your glass houses
Yenson Jun 2021
Minimise me
isn't that what you do
to all the others
come give me the brains
of the unwashed
come make my mind to
function like your sheep minds
but if you can comprehend a little
know
that the best way
to trick fools
is to let the fools think they are tricking you
wow! ...the doubts created by imbeciles should
sign post the actions of those wiser
that's really the way things work
come talk respect
after you set up disrespect
so I can follow your example
and go stab someone
how clever we all are
It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere.
Voltaire
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Lord Byron
Yenson Jun 2021
the worst of humanity
arrived in  unfeathered hues
eyes shimmering like quarry pebbles
snarls carrying teeth brown and broken
with long sticks firing thunders and death

the villagers ran like does
but blood ran and fear froze flights
the mad ghosts plucked them like ripe pawpaw
to chain them as cargoes for export to cotton fields
take the strong and able teach the rest to worship ghosts

fetch us two nubile virgins
one for the bed and the other a foot stool
loot all those gold and bronze artefacts and symbols
bring their rulers and elders to bow and wash our blades
show them that unfettered power and guile has no conscience

we are gods and goddesses
we rule the waves and on land we own it all
and to exploit and brainwash we call on the God of Rome
as we pray to gold silver diamonds and every treasures we see
dare protest or resist the might and power of the soulless slayers

we have plundered and looted
***** despoil incarcerated and divided
now we seize their minds use them as we've always done
our working and serving Punches and Judys on our sunken soil
And God help that one that kept his mind and dared to refuse to represent as a slave
It was in the mid-1930s, and Fred was 15. He was out at work one day when a posse of white men turned up at the family home. Where was the boy, they demanded. A little white girl had been pushed off a porch and her father, incensed by such disrespect, had decided it was Fred who did it and had to pay, even though the girl swore it was someone else.

When the men were told that Fred wasn’t there, they left a message. Tell the boy we’ll be back for him tonight.


There was no doubt what they meant. Fred’s father knew, as all black townsfolk in Gadsden knew, what had happened to Bunk Richardson.

The 28-year-old had been seized a few years back by a local mob of white men in relation to the ****** of a white woman in which he had played no part. They took him to a railroad bridge over the Coosa river on the edge of town and flung him over, leaving him hanging from a rope for several days for all to see.

Fearful that the same fate awaited him, Fred Croft fled. His father told him to leave town as darkness fell and never come back. And he never did.

At the age of 15 Uncle Fred fled north, never to return.
Yenson Jun 2021
Do your worse
write is cheap
even cheaper than words
on white line by white noises
Yenson Jun 2021
In dips and forms
they seek themselves from others
flinging images of translucent frames
catching reflections mired in vagaries aflame
and hollow whimsical aggregations dusted and booted
such as surround themselves with compeers to court verdicts
whence in whole its the unspoken that beholds the accessories
in show though the allies of bling's dangle fugazi in blinding poses
and sway in possessed rhythms to the chanted cymbals of gilded lies
never in reckoning the wisest counsels should live and come from within.........
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