Vulture Or the Beast

Do we not all deserve the sanctity of a blessed and joyous life? Instead we carry common wounds from the powerful racial knife- Are we unworthy of intrinsic, sacred, unconditional love? Hated for our pigmented flesh that the vultures pray on from above- Do we truly have a voice, preaching freedom from a concealed cage? Locked up by self-appointed Gods, driven by power, hatred, and rage- How many more generations will suffer terror, torture, and tyranny? Silenced and shackled beasts, while wearily fighting for well-deserved dignity- Who is stronger in character the vulture or the beast? Buzzing over lifeless carcasses, in search for the next feast- Do they see the flood of tears, seeping over the bodies buried 6 feet deep? Families broken and scarred for life, having to accept unjustified defeat- Have we cracked the narcissistic ego, fighting for peace and demanding equality? Boldness is the rebuttal, too proud and conceited to ever acquire humility- When will the corruption, brutality and cover ups cease from heartless men? Was this the result of hollow promises, in making America great again?