It’s a metaphor. [Read more…]
It’s a metaphor. [Read more…]
I once believed in Eden, and in Adam and his Eve
I believed in Satan’s serpent; his intention to deceive.
Eve’s decision doomed humanity to misery and woe—
I believed it without question, cos the bible told me so. [Read more…]
My people are “married”. My people are “white”.
My people are “straight”… and they’re mostly polite.
They don’t like to kick up too much of a fuss
Cos problems aren’t major… for people like us. [Read more…]
Watching the media debates about Ferguson, about militarized police, about use of force, about all of it… I am A) depressed, and B) put in mind of C. P. Cavafy’s amazing poem “Waiting for the Barbarians“. Go, read it! (Ok, that’s the English translation; if you want the Greek, here it is.) [Read more…]
“The following alert is not a test”,
The TV said–We knew that they were wrong:
(Black twitter is the Internet at its best.)
When ranks of cops, in riot gear were dressed,
They tried to quell the crowd with this strange song:
“The following alert is not a test!
We urge you to comply with our request!”
“Request”? A lie, but not for long:
Black twitter is the Internet at its best.
The propaganda leaves us unimpressed—
A fading view they’re trying to prolong–
“The following alert is not a test”
But… yes, it is; it measures the unrest,
The inability to “play along”…
Black twitter is the Internet at its best
Black twitter sees the marchers, ten abreast,
As canisters of tear gas hit the throng…
The following alert is not a test:
Black twitter is the Internet at its best [Read more…]
On the tube or the net, the distraction I choose
Is to sample a bit of the national news
I look for the stories that tug at my brain—
The ones that are tricky, or hard to explain
But the story today? Well, we’ve seen it before;
Just another sad death in a long, bloody war;
A conflict that seemingly never will stop…
Just another black kid who’s been killed by a cop.
I carry my gun to the toilet, and boy, let
Me tell you, it’s difficult wiping my ass
But guns are important! For freedom, you need ‘em
In every location—a critical mass!
I carry while changing my baby, cos maybe
A diaper goes rogue, and I need to defend!
My AK goes with me while shopping—no stopping—
The good guy who carries is everyone’s friend!
At church, while receiving my wafer, I’m safer
Cos slung on my back are my rifle and scope
In tactical gear, wearing camo, with ammo
I’m here for the sermon, a message of hope!
I’m eating left-handed at Chili’s—it’s silly;
I can’t eat a Whopper, cos that takes two hands
The NRA finds open carry too scary—
I’m not giving in to their leftist demands!
There’s something gone wrong—why, he’s clearly insane;
There’s a chemical problem that’s hurting his brain,
Some organic dysfunction that helps to explain
Why he hasn’t been acting quite right
It’s clearly these deep neurological flaws
That are making him act in defiance of laws;
It has to be something! It can’t be because
He is young, and he’s male, and he’s white. [Read more…]
The thing about a village is,
There’s nowhere you can hide
Cos everyone knows everyone
(A point of village pride) [Read more…]