Poem -

What is a racist?

Wow, you are so wrong on so many levels.
 

This is just another hater account. Your

 words drip with nothing but hate, and not

 even the pure hate which rots and

 corrupts. You speech slander which so

 many have already turned into a

 monotonous cliché, and the strength is

 broken. 

 

Like the ticking of a broken clock, it needs

 to be thrown away... the hands of the past

 revitalised and used to smoulder love and

 passion to change the worlld for the better.

 Not for anything which has already come

 before so many times like a domino effect.

 

Your mind seethes... That is a strength I

 could use, but not in the robotic symphony

 you so currently speak in mindless refrain

 over and over like a badly written chorus.

 

So I ask you this. Is hatred what you really 

seek? When what you hate is a length of 1 

millimeter deep, and what really shows 

through is the heart behind that darkness... 

 

But is it the darkness you really hate? Or 

do you fear the strength of that dark skin. 

Do you fear that the new day, the past 

slave becomes the future master? It seems 

to me what you really fear and hate is not 

the colour of a black person's skin. 

 

But really the cage the white man fell into 

when he enslaved them in the first place.

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.
Poem -

They called racism a work...

I've seen blood dripping from the willows.

Seen it rolling in drops down the cheek
of a...

Poem -

Longings

Not often do I boast about my own writing... but this one is good. Perceive the darkness...
---...

Poem -

Origin

Origin

How do I find the pathway to origin?

I have searched all the pasts of the...

Latest poems in Freestyle, Melodrama, Speculative, Tragedy

Poem -

NEW SHOPPING TREND

INSPIRED

NEW SHOPPING TREND

A Woman gave everyone a great idea...

Ladies...

Try AT YOUR OWN RISK...

According...

Poem -

The Power of Popop

The Power of Popop

The power of Popop
Who would have ever known
He's much like Sampson
As long as his...

Poem -

Fingers Through The Void

A Lost Truth

Fingers Through The Void

A hush in the breath of a breaking tide, held in the space where echoes fade. Eclipsed between the stars...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com