Fires of Deprivation
When the peace officers arrived
to the tinderbox scene
at SWAT speed,
the warpath fireflies had lit the summer night
with bottles of gasoline
So much bottled-up frustration
was long last now released
Dark plumes of prescient smoke arose
in the raging fires of deprivation
Concerned conservative commentators said,
“Worry not,”
to the frightened viewers with pale hearts
“The blue tide will prevail”
The valium voices reassured the couched masses,
as before:
Telling them subliminally, a peaceful wave of bullets
will bring commercial calm
once more
Unchanneled aggression will be
fetter restored
The mellow media pitch tone
urged the patently amnesia-prone sleepers
to buy quickly
the “new-and-improved”
docile byproducts of society
Courtesy of sponsors that sell
suppressed tranquility
When the peace officers departed
the smouldering scene
at funeral hearst led speed,
the mourning fireflies had flickered out in the dawn light
As the darkness of oppression
started ignore settling
And the embers of anger,
so stillborn fiery,
be laying airwave dormant
in the poverty ashes of anguish neverending
Waiting for a lacking weep remedy
to spark a righteous burning
But raze justice doused
never truly brought about
an equitable beginning
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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