Poetry Feature 25: Extinct
Hello everyone! Queen of Spades here. It's Day 25 of National Poetry Month. For the next three days, the spotlight will be on the 2nd book of the Spaded Truths collection "Life-O-Suction".
In "Extinct", I explore that no matter how far we have come, we still have a long way to go in the scope of race relations and situations.
By the people
For the people
Was never meant to be Us
Yet They say We’ve no right to be angry.
We’ve no right to instinctively distrust.
All of the evidence
Puts a dent in common sense.
The only logic can be This logic:
When it comes to this race,
This Race always ends up in last place.
All men are created equal
Wasn’t meant for Our Men.
Those men haven’t paid for their sins.
Hunting season 24-7 on Black boys,
But We get shot down for asking questions.
The answers have been there all along!
The premise of This country
Has always been diffused with lies,
Further justified by His interpretation
Of what His God would do, citing Biblical lines.
No matter what type of speech
Is made on Equality,
It is apparently apparent
That Light is greater than Dark,
White is equal to Right:
Their short term plight trumps
Our long term devastation.
Unfortunately, it always will
Because we are too quickly diverted
By things which are cosmetic,
The right now and the ratchet.
We fail to study the history:
Follow the tumultuous trails;
See the repetition that led
To Our current condition.
We don’t know how to cultivate wealth:
Too focused on looking rich.
We don’t see how the outside affects Us:
Too tuned in to societal filth.
They watch Us decimate each other;
We’re caught up in that slave mentality
Of House vs. Field.
No one has the gumption to take a step back,
Recognize the trap and opt to yield.
No, We will end up like the dinosaurs
With archaeologists exploring barren sites,
Uncaring of how far they must roam
Just shaking their heads in fascination
While collecting Our scattered bones.