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My Dalmations May Eat Your Zebra
OR<br>
Lamenting the Destruction of Shade<br>
OR<br>
Brown Vs the Board of Precipitation

What is inside<br>
The terrible darkness we will not face<br>
Every single denial emerging to a new assault

Endless wishes for light and bright futures<br>
Happy dancing dreams of peace<br>
Interrupted by slashing, bloody limbs<br>
Tear stained cheeks battered and bruised<br>
Disillusioned and broken<br>
The painful reality<br>
A floor again and again<br>
The recipient of head slamming

But keep the altar spotless<br>
Set no black magic upon me<br>
And watch the gas cannisters fly<br>
Slow motion in the air<br>
Blinking red, white, and blue lights

Bombs bursting in air<br>
Gave proof through the night<br>
That indictment was not there<br>
Oh say does that victory you seek<br>
Have any peace left in it?<br>
In the land of the 'V'<br>
Where freedom is still craved

Black God, Black Jesus, Black Jack<br>
Kicked back to painful awareness<br>
This booted thug<br>
Keeps swiping my cigars and cell phones<br>
Won't let me bash in a window<br>
From within my blood puddling under my head

And in the Heartland<br>
Cuddling angry pundits<br>
Strike fear into digital seamstresses

Black Friday, Black Tuesday, Black Heaven<br>
Cradling my sinless heart<br>
Feigning revolution with Tools of the Man<br>
Will you send me next to slay foreigners?<br>
Can we see the actual threat<br>
Beyond the Lusitanias and WMD?

Whether domestic or extravagant<br>
Pussy footing or missile-hardened<br>
The time for protest is upon us<br>
When women are used as slanders<br>
When children are brandished as shields<br>
When no shadow shall remain unlit<br>
When no spot shall remain unbleached<br>
When there is no room for compromise<br>
And when vengeance is on the lips<br>
Of mourners and those demanding justice

Swing low, sweet scythe<br>
Coming for to bury me soon<br>
Swing low, sweet water wheel<br>
Giving me a far too good deal

Make mine the submission, Lord<br>
Make it contrition, Goddess<br>
Help me reject the means of my undoing<br>
Riddle me with the tears of my perfection

Pick up the body, form the wake,<br>
Expect no redeemers<br>
All the black keys are ready<br>
All the white shiny teeth are smiling<br>
Prepare the spotless flag<br>
We may handle with crisp white gloves<br>
Then wrap it as a shroud<br>
Around another Brown body<br>
Inconveniently interrupting our program<br>
And set it on the curb for pick-up<br>
Thankful that at least he was spared the indignity<br>
Of Waterboarding<br>
Or having electrodes secured to his genitals.
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