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C R T- new theory now embraced;
demands set forth by those defined as woke-
dividing races in a way disgraced.
Most people feel this theory is a joke!
This avenue will set us back for sure;
erase the gains we've made for racial peace-
negating Martin Luther King's allure
in claiming unity's the centerpiece.
Now white supremacy- a label made
to punish those for sins of long ago;
erasing history- and now be swayed
to live life on a feigned guilty plateau.
The comforts of Democracy- now wane
with acts of violence that rise each day;
no price to pay- the guilty move again-
reak havoc with no mandates to obey.
Racial unity brought equality-
each race or color got an equal chance.
Now, equity defines disparity-
supports unequally divided stance.
A country, split- appears to be the goal
our leaders, press, and big tech now push for.
Democracy- their foe against control;
most fear a Marxist future they explore.
June 21, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: Critical Race Theory
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Judged: 07/21/2021
Light crashes sounds like brittle glass
Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes
The colors reak of deep rot like blues
Creeping green burning acidic sounds
In my ears like the Smell of some dead deity
The tang of the streets are bright
gay they clash with the screaming
red halls of my inner cell walls
the shadows are toxic
the smell of death is erotic
loud like the soft pain…
I feel this sound, the sound of hells engine raging across my soul light drips like electric oxygen down my hands like a blood I once felt running slowly away as I lie here the world screams
Crying, the fever is high I burn with electric suicide
The colors I inhale dig deep into my eyes
I can hear the meats rotting in the sink
I know not the time as I move in my world sublime
All is dieing keeping rythum to the world
I feel myself drifting…
maybe tomorrow
I may go…
As I stay….
As the last man on the planet Earth,
Time has become my mortal enemy.
A whole world to walk silently alone,
In fruitless reflection of what was.
The streets are fully empty now,
But I can still hear the traffic.
The stampede of marauding vehicles,
At the mercy of synchronized colored lights.
The rhythmic sound of pedestrian shoes,
Clip-clopping on busy city sidewalks.
With everyone speeding along at such a frenzied pace,
We became oblivious to the oncoming corner.
That dark and ominous corner sealing our fate,
And nominating this narrator of our story.
It's a story no one will ever hear,
As it replays in my tortured mind.
A tale about the tiniest of creatures,
Bred in the bowels of a secluded lab.
This viral giant that was let loose,
To reak havoc on an unsuspecting populace.
Three billion dead in the first month alone,
Leaving a scattered and tattered trail of corpses.
Not even the government or media had ample time,
To prepare us for our impending demise.
The sudden end was just the beginning,
Of my permanent and involuntary solitude.
Why I alone was granted this final reprieve,
Is what haunts my every waking moment.
And, with all other animal life victims too;
The dead silence has become as maddening,
As the deafening crescendo of tinnitus,
Which echoes in my persecuted ears.
But still, I continue my futile search,
In the hopes that someone else survived.
I travel by whatever vacant conveyance available,
That isn't littered with mannequinned remains.
A bleak journey over a vast fading nation,
That I somberly and reluctantly traverse daily.
What fools we were to blindly believe,
We had the power to control our destiny.
The countless novels written to commemorate
Our struggles to overcome the multitude of obstacles.
The many sad pitfalls and glorious victories,
That smelted and forged us into who we were.
Now, at the dusk of my wayward wandering,
The sun begins its inevitable slow descent.
Yet, I find myself humming a familiar tune,
As I walk towards the horizon of another day.