Ain'T Feeling It
White America is uncomfortable with moving forward,
they want their future to go back to the past
“Make America Great Again!”
A brand chiseling,
cave wall jingo retail sale slogan
Snowflakes wanna hear the retro frost sound
of Viking cold chains rattling
When naked oppression was Dixie singing
That kind of Babel Tower progress, I ain’t feeling it;
them good ol’ boy days,
when America was great ...
My skin kin was moaning and screaming
They were auction sold:
Crying and wailing ... families split asunder weeping
Now, many golden amber hearts
wanna go back to that dreadful time
The Jim Crow chorus of assimilation animus
caw with shade malice lip hate crime
And not to mention,
the wage money that was free labor stolen —
Pyramid scheme abolition
Seems America was really great at emancipated slave trade:
Pharaoh prison conditions
Ivory House tombstone bellows
are foaming more divisive temporal waves
Remember the recent weepy, minstrel Happy Days,
when forced segregation was the legal rave ...
befo’ that supreme peace fellow,
nappy Harriet gave a Thurgood gavel save
But, I ain’t feeling
that rainbow kind of righteous vibe anymore
My grandfather clock is tick-tock moving backwards,
heading for the slave quarters entrance door
I suppose, it’s a great Confederate Prussian dishonor,
not to wanna rebel blue revel in the past
Especially, when you gotta red flag the fake hosannas,
that old timey white noise on bugle blast
Glaucoma grey vision
shows it’s great to be blind again
Lassie Lady Liberty limp trots leer comfortable ...
walking with a pale bigotry Cain
is a guide dog decision
America’s choice —
they picked the lewd runt of the litter
Little horn voice
blowing trumped up memories bitter
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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