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Revoltee Protestation Amnesia



America was born in protest violence,
but Lady Liberty now has
postpartum memento — 
A colonial, hypocritical condition called:
Revoltee Protestation Amnesia

Wavy umbilical vanished memories,
of destructive actions   ~   Terrible justification deeds
needed to break the bond of perceived tyranny

Swaddled in a dissent slogan banner,
her Revolution baby
first words uttered were:
“No taxation without representation”

Shedding musket tears 
of colonial employ,
the charter tyke was weaned on
East India Company tea

But the parliamentary shackles 
of free speech 
assembly oppression 
hurt America Revolution baby’s
neck too much

She couldn’t breathe liberty
as fetter such

Swift economic growing pains
bare witness how
the colonial child's voice changed

Words of pretty mild dissent 
turned protest ugly
Her juvenile behavior
developed bosom rage violently

It kindled a revolt-tea dumpster fire

At the righteous protestation
adolescent phase,
the Revolutionary young lady

riot-tossed 
into the Boston harbor
the British tea
Utter-ly destroying property of the E. India company

Oh, how the Revolution woman-child’s 
anger burned — 
Torch subtle as volatile voices often be

In Native American disguise,
she killed collaborative officials, 
who worked for 
the England government subsidiary

And when the fiery rage of her
riotous vexation
died down
This famous act of violence
subsequently became
protest 
praiseworthy
renown 

My, ooh my: Violence never was so romanticized! 
What a violent birther story,
wouldn’t you agree

But now a few hourglasses
filled with Crown Royal ambrosia:
America has drunken pride,
blackout deeds of protest amnesia

At the ripe age of whine maturity,
the Revolution contrary woman now do flag foreswear
she’s peacemaker toting as can be

Cursed be her revolt-tea dumpster fire, blackout memories

So don’t you darkie dare,
with grievance sidearms raised,
try to protest violently

Ain’t it funny how,
with memento frowns,
hypocrites forget so easily

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr.




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