Poem -

Four Old Women

Four Old Women

Four old women bickering by a window

they pass the teapot

and the echoes of nigger, kike and so on

are mouthed by these so called senior citizens.

What is impure in mind

this table has never seen or heard the sublime.

So many people are lost

for in the cavity of their minds exist hate

and the Truth has made a bed

somewhere faraway from the stylus of love.

They scratch their pens for Satan

tormented by a persons skin color or race

and they go on babbling and quibbling

passing the hate down the line.

Everyday we fight for our civil liberty

as we become canned by hysterias

to the likes of sardines that never died

always hanging on to be free.

Blacks, Jews, Irish and many other races

have been fraught by prejudice

and still are permeated by ignorance.

How in Gods name

can you chastise a person by color?

Are we so self absorbed by material stature

and the meanings of these elevations?

Are we mentally ill

as a species that runs itself a muck in the mud

thinking that we never need to be cleaned?

Four old women bickering at the table

is where segregation still lives and thrives

as the Martin Luther Kings are killed

in the assimilation of a white Anglo enterprise.

Four old women will eventual die

and only by the Grace of God 

will they enter paradise

where there will be- some black folks.

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