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!
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