Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Dramatic Monologue

I Square

They’re on the march again
Cool jerk protesting
has turned into 
hip-hop stylus skipping

That same delusional dream 
make you wanna ... 
make you wanna
Make you wanna 
keep a time capsule sleeping

Demockcrysieze favorite patronized people
are on the march once more
Their circular logic 
is the insomnia same as it was sixty years before — 
Shuffling along,
dancing predictably
to the same old Triple color cloth con threescore

That imaginary dream
continue to march 
to an alternate reality drumbeat
As their civil rights keep auto-repeat
get trampled on con-stitutionally

I square 
for the life of me,
those jitter bugging, ballot blind people
don’t wanna see
the root cause 
that makes them so half-stepping feeble

I dawn surmise,
woke theorize
Dem marching orders
is what make King mocking birds of pray
suppressed vote sing

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Gershon Wolf July 17, 2020 at 9:18 AM Way to rip into those phony marchers, Freddie. They, of course, only look in the mirror and think, 'Who's the Fairest of them all?!" --- Why, I am, I am, I, I, I, I... ... I VEY's mir! (Woe is me). They'll never get it! Peace and Tranquility, Gershon