oblivious to the future into which we head,
mindful of those who live before...
the sacrifices they made and the
changes through which they endured;
inside the memories of the dead we stroll
oblivious to the present that surrounds
our daily lives and impacts the decisions
that force out unpleasant choices;
lying in between the sheets of our dreams
our thoughts intermingle with those
of the past whose visions of freedom were
diminished by the rules of law that allow
fragments of justice to lay on the steps
ourside the courthouses like grafetti;
invaded by the spirits of our past
we reluctantly acknowledge the sins of
our ancestors who imprisioned free wills
because of the color of one's skin
regardless of beliefs or taxes paid;
grasses grow atop the bodies of the dead...
we pray for their forgiveness with fingers crossed
and all the gods that motivate our behaviors
have been toppled to the ground from fear
while we hide behind the skirts of politicians
since all the males have been castrated
and their high voices no longer vibrate
with enough force to ring the bell as they
make sure their clothes are properly pressed.
22 October 2021
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