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?
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