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Showing posts with label classism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label classism. Show all posts
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Saturday, July 9, 2016
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Decisions, decisions
Decisions, decisions
Accept me or reject me.
Belittle me not.
Your hollow words
and empty deeds
of supposed tolerance
for me can only serve
to expose my lack
of acumen discerning
affable ways
to say to you politely
what a curt Fvck You
conveys.
- HymnAgen
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Ghost Writer
Passions burning
beneath my sternum
pulsing like dancing flame
circulates through my veins
feeding rage to my brain
I avenge souls
I take aim
swinging my broken chain
Look into my eyes…
Feel the pain of your victims
those slain by your system
of justice corrupted
destructive to the lives
in your clutches
lives interrupted
feel the burn of my glare
internalize their despair
fuck that old life ain’t fair
shit you kick
cue the violin music
‘cause muthafucka I don’t care
So scream your last rebel yell
your soul is required in hell
Look into my eyes…
Feel their pain - Hear their cries
Drown in the tears of many years of broken lives
and despair...
for I come bringing justice
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Terrorist States
Terrorist States
Let’s talk about
how
I RAN…
terrorized by
state sponsored
terrorism.
How
I RAN,
ran away from
Amerikkkan injustice
of the piece clutches
because that
Justice of the Peace
had his clutches
on his piece
as he approached me –
terrorizing me
on my own streets
for allegedly
fitting some
description.
Since we still
all look alike
through dark blue
hued prescriptions!
I RACK
my brain
like I’m
SO DAMNED INSANE
‘cause I can’t make sense
of this bullshit war game
anymore.
Misnomered,
the fucking “Drug War”
when it’s more like
a war on his perception
of Thugs.
But since when
is Blackness
a narcotic?
Granted
a hard dick
or a wet snatch
can get some so high
once they cum
they never go back
to their own –
unable to leave
our jungle-loving alone,
but I digress.
Who is the terrorist
when my people
feel stress
from the chance
lingering glance
of the Gestapo?
Yet, the shrinking
majority
wants to claim
this is not so…
that looking
at enforcers
without fear
in our eyes
constitutes
suspicious grounds
for being terrorized!
Giving them
the off-the-cuff
power to decide
our public assemblies
are the actions
of home-grown enemies
and thus, made
a misdemeanor.
“Break it up;
you’re loitering,”
the common
Gestapo procedure
for maintaining
intimidation
in our young male
population.
See while their hoods
receive patrols,
our hoods
get occupation.
Might as well
be in Gaza
slinging rocks
at their body armor!
Will we be forced
to resort to being
suicide bombers?
I pray
I never see the day
they live to rue.
- HymnAgen
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Saturday, April 25, 2015
National Anxiety
National Anxiety
danger
in the air
smell it
taste it
Its presence
pervasive
blended fear
and hatred
thick
like mist
at dawn
when cold
encounters
warm
intolerance
and ignorance
converging
in a storm
of closed
minds
and open
mouths
foolishness
spewing out
echoing
Sunday morning
talking heads
in verbal bouts
no love
for either
no respect
from either
screwed
Repubs
dry f^ck us
Dems
use lube
still hurts
nerves worked
like slave backs
welts felt
from way back
privilege denial
“We held no chattel!”
Might vs. Right
still engaged
in battle
recompense
dreaded
subconsciously
embedded
half-buried
on a beach
is how they said it
through emotion
picture show
scripted
Bright Eyes hollers
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
and arts reveal
what so many
hearts conceal
today
- HymnAgen
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Blind To The Facts
Misconstrued as red versus blue
In a few, astute insights negate black and white
having understood greenback’s anti-wood
strategies of having trees mad at trees
to retain status quos and ignore our woes
Resentment growth slowed by carrots as treats
being dangled just out of his reach
thus maintaining illusions of inclusion
His own trash delusion? Believing that dream pursing
yields fruit to the thinly veiled prostitute
who for insufficient bucks lets them fvck
Constitutes madness – supporting this broken apparatus –
believing that his status is superior to blackness
even when he’s living like a savage!
Life quality ravaged by unfair distribution of cabbage
all because pride denies his hateful baggage
when he is my natural ally against the all-seeing eye
but he chooses to rely on dumb-ass-ness
thus maintaining the status of his quo
He chooses to be blind to the facts!
-HymnAgen
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
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