They enthused about the idea of massive genocide,
Slamming their broken bottoms of their flaming forks into the ground,
They disowned the colored women they once sleep beside,
Shortly after those same women tried to run aww and were chased and captured by hounds.
Year 2020, the black no longer the minority,
The pail ones feel the falling of their economic superiority,
Convinced that us blacks intended to start this fire rekindled for centuries,
Convinced we were not meant to integrate, that we worn enemies.
The phobias spill from their chests and cover the streets,
The parts not covered by their stomping feet
Their attempts to enervate-
The base of society –
Further snapped in two,
Head honcho gringo screaming provocations to the foolish folk,
The community crashed, the tension broke,
Law enforcement struggling to cradle the clashing clans,
Action on one, response on the other hand.
This is the future of the dramatic few,
Wanting nothing but continued violence and historic residue,
To drench the streets.
There are us, the unaffected ones,
Clinging to the reality of the issue,
It only exists internally, bound to our ribs,
Hatred actually has nothing to give-
But dissension and upheaval crushing the sorrowful communities zeal to love,
So I chose, to not talk about racism and keep it trapped inside those rotting corpses until it starkly affects my surrounding brethren,
I am not oppressed.