Stageless Reality: a Poetic Essay

Our America is not a world stage, And we the black oppressed Are not mere players; rather, our story here Is a bloody reality—a bloody reality of our rape From the womb of our Motherland to our daily bloody Exit murdering from one century to another. Racist oppressors and their executed actions are As real as the sun, the moon, Middle Passage waters And the days and nights—the centuries—of slavery— The sands of time’s time! And now the seven deadly sins Have had their prodigal, racism, violently revealed to the whole Real world! The whole real world that has allowed American Racism to perpetuate its bubble reputation of violent racist Oppression and the near extermination of those God created This land to keep and nourish; and now in today’s staged reality, There is one who plays well the simultaneous twin parts of washed Hands Pharaoh and evil horn Satan in the pandemic hell in whose Air the world and its humanity rave panting echoes to mother life, I can’t breathe! Yet, in this age of a nation founded on violence, A Satanic Pharaoh in Shakespearian style attempts to romanticize Nonviolence in the like manner in which history does violence; but Teetering to trump timed truth with bible in hand is as if to question God. So, on a sad day in the world’s reality, stood a mere player as If in a sad Gratiano scene: Sans reality, sans mentality, sans humanity; Indeed sans everything—in a stage less world of reality where a fool can No longer pontificate ranting fear and unmasked demonic ways of being.