Ps: Take Note

P.S.: Take Note We are met again at the crossroads of delusions reminiscing failed choices and broken promises; here we stand once again in the vanity of illusions reflecting tainted truths and old compromises. Here they come again dancing in our faces; streaming confetti, blinding revelations of lies, pretending there’s no more parting the river of races; yet our children continue to be swatted down like flies. Many lessons have been taught— few have been learned; the new day that dawned was a mere placation to stall the drive and determination of freedom yearned. Little was it realized that this was—is the same old nation. Once again they’re at it— making us the butt of their everlasting joke; stop, think—take a good look: alls claiming they’ve pocketed our vote! P.S.: Take note!