Our grand wizard Don has a plan
To shove all non-whites in a van
An evil cruel tool
His masked ICE not cool
Mirrors Trump's beloved Ku Klux Klan
Written By: D. Collins 9/29/25
The only people in America, that's ever acknowledged me.
Was Abraham Lincoln and the and the brothers Kennedy.
They went outside the lines which cost them their lives.
We just silence anyone who believes in equal rights.
Now here we are in the year twenty-twenty-five.
And, that hatred for others is very much alive.
Unless it is directed towards the state of Isreal.
You're convicted and facing a long stint in jail.
There ain't nothing wrong with telling the truth.
That ten-times hatred that was thrown at you.
This ain't no gossip, just ask any black man.
How the police departments became the Klan.
You say my name
It drives me insane
My soul’s been unchained
My heart’s up in flames
I can’t stop staring
I’m losing my bearing
You’re so sweet and caring
Even when you’re swearing
I stand idly by
I feel like cupid’s spy
How do I catch your eye?
Point the bow up to the sky?
I love the way you walk
I watch you like a hawk
I hear the way you talk
It makes me wanna stalk
I belong in a cell
In my mind you dwell
In my heart you fell
I’m obsessed oh well
The light switch flips
I think of those lips
Your hands on my hips
We touch fingertips
An Aquarius man
You were never the plan
You’re as bad as the klan
But you’re sweet like flan
Slaughter me like a lamb
This love could be a scam
But I don’t give a damn
I’ll be your biggest fan
I once disliked poetry worse than math
going back further – than taking a bath
Shelley was for sissies and so was Blake
reading their verse was a king-size headache
But then along came Eldridge Cleaver, a real man’s man
his poetry faced down ‘whitey’ and the Ku Klux Klan
Poems came alive for me then, I read Castro and Che
Lenin and Stalin, Ayn Rand and Zane Zen
So now you know why I’m a big poetry guy
I can write about why civilization deserves to die
~ and no one ever asks why
Twisted and broken my bones be a jangling.
Crying and screaming for my body be a hanging
Cheers and a chuckling as the klan be a sanging
Music to his ears as the echoes be a ranging
So deep was the South
So cozy was the house
Im cold in the grave
Just a boy for me to save
He was buried and drowned in that cave
Animal on his back ,is what they engraved
If grownups could only behave
I never whistled at her mister but I told you I waved.
He was a stout yet tall statue of a man
Except he hung long he was wrong color
A slave intend misconduct disobedience
Hung brown man
Whom be the master whose be a slave
Stand tall oppress man be all you can be
A dead tall brown man being hung on a tree
Hung brown man
Hung he hangs by the hands of the Klan
A dead hung brown man
11/7/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Black folk kept in sad condition
By owners without contrition.
What to do, what to do?
Wage war for emancipation
And forge a fresh slave-free nation.
The Forrest-Byrd Klan and Jim Crow
Surely are the ones you should stow –
What to do, what to do?
They rule and oppress your city
Blame them not ones who set you free!
Martin loved character content
With black and white talents lent
What to do, what to do?
Stevie and Paul in unity
Played in sweet keyboard harmony.
Smooth Barack cooed high in A sharp
As Hillary lowed in B flat
What to do, what to do?
So white folks, none playing a harp,
Chose the black, how racist was that?
Oppressed rainbow coalition -
All races rate full admission.
What to do, what to do?
Name trophy oppressor maestros
Amin, Mao, Adolf, and Castro.
Critical race theory, woke
Marxist, oppressive and no joke!
What to do, what to do?
Its rancid retro racist sin
Embalmed in landfill would fit in.
Our National Guard can not ban
Trump's affair with the Ku Klux Klan
But tell Trump supporters
And all his cavorters
What they need is a moving van!
O foolish Amerikan klan,
who hath Klux bewitched thee with pale poof?
Kluless to the celestial truth,
Love immutable is infinity grand
Children of the Aryan band,
what doth the dark star say unsooth?
Thy divided house is quaking from the foundation to the roof,
as incantations of hatred are caste by thine hand
Stir madly the black cauldron with thy ladle iron brand ...
knowest not, thou Jim Crow vows are dove uncouth?
Universal love is the relativity proof,
yet thine mathematical impurity will cancel thy hexed land
Inverted cloud 9 chanting brings triple digit reign; slow death quicksand,
cursed cause invoked by thou warlock heirs of John Wilkes Booth
Mix the enamel pox potion from thy bittersweet Cain rotten tooth,
let angry spirits from boiling brew be vomit spilt upon thy Endora strands
Thus, the mirror of time will show the cold reflection of thy fool’s errand;
ought not all ayes idol-ly stand by, and watch thy seance plight aloof?
Today, lynching has gone
From roped necks and trees
To piercing bullets and klan knees;
Free from guilt and doing no wrong.
Yet, the hued victims remain the
Same;
And seeking immediate justice seems
Just insane;
Today’s dead man walking, is surely
A young or old black;
There’s no shadow of doubt that normal
Racist murder is back.
Those blacks that the present pandemic pulsating virus
Don’t infect and kill,
Many—you can bet—roving racist cops and their peers
Most surely will.
No matter which perpetrator of the two will cause our
Black families to grieve,
Keloid memories will be echoes of those ghostly words,
“I can’t breathe…”
From many rains ago, it has been proven that with racism
“[We all can’t]…just get along…”
And while we wander racist injustice together, it also seems
“Burn baby burn” has not gone.
The Ku Klux Klan did exist through out society. A racist clan with no other hobby. Tearing up as you see their eyes, afraid of what could come next burning down their houses with fire flies. They hated the color, was color blind, knocking on their doors as they committed the crime. Singing together with cries of sorrow, hoping that they would leave and not come back tomorrow.
Hey Mr president don't take
us to war
Don't load up your guns to settle a score
Your soldiers will gladly give you their lives
Please don't feed them bull , rhetoric and lies
Hey Mr president please save us the earth
Take a look at your children and remember their birth
Don't tear up nuclear agreements that will save the masses
Don't change the law that stop green house gases
Hey Mr president if your not a racist then do what you can
Stop the white supremacist and the klu Klux Klan
Hey Mr president have your say
on the rights of the needy the lesbian and gay
and while your at it please pass a bill to protect returning vets who are mentally ill
Hey Mr president all these things must be done
So the world can prosper an live as one
Talking and compromise will be the key
To stop us all living in total anarchy
A culture of guns,
An epidemic of hate;
Domestic terror...
Stoking bigotry,
Klan pride & racism:
Cooing doves silenced...
Mocking clarity,
Rising white nationalism;
Justice checkmated...
Donald Trump says that the Ku Klux Klan
Manifestly love every man
(as long as they're white
and willing to light
a cross under those with a tan)!
There is something bout' the real of God
If you don't believe at your END TIMES
You will
There's something bout' the love of Jesus
If you don't believe in, you still may receive it
and....
There is something bout' Jesus
There is something bout' Father God
Just keep on not believing, it's your choice and...
If you won't believe and receive in TIME
don't WORRY
cause EVERY KNEE
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THE SAVED
THE BRAVE
THE SINNER
THE SAINT
THOSE WILL
THOSE WON'T
THE SINNER-MAN
YES, EVEN THE KLAN
THE RICH
THE POOR
ALL DENOMINATIONS
THE SIGHTED
THE BLIND
THE WICKED
THE KIND
JUST KEEP LIVING.... AND THEN DIE
EVERY ONE WILL AND SHALL....
CONFESS WITH HIS LAST BREATH...
~praise ye the Lord MY GOD
YES I WILL
YES YOU WILL
11/06/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
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