TWO THOUSAND TEARS FOR FERGUSON
Sadness is the extract of vanilla that is seen as racist.
Chocolate syrup whirls and whines.
I am so sick of Ferguson’s ad hoc riots
That I no longer hate reverse bigots.
They bore me.
If a black man cries two thousand tears
For a guilty Michael Brown
I want to put the rain of sadness in a pail
And spill it on a sand castle
Brown didn’t put his hands in the air.
He put his hands in the face of an Asian store owner.
He laid his hands on a cop.
He didn’t surrender;
He became an undignified offender.
The liberals gather around each other in a circle jerk.
Their self-hatred is a quirk.
The world has turned backwards to get out of the driveway
Al Sharpton is the screeching beneath the tires
Of unfortunate complaints.
Our President is a resident in the White House of his own bigotry.
Henry Gates opened the gate.
That Obama says that Trayvon Martin could be his son
Is an insult to his daughters.
Obama, it’s not all about color.
It’s about upbringing.
The only thing he seemed to do well was bringing up
He promoted downfall around the world.
Who would have thought that a community organizer
Would disorganize the world?
Evil can have a sweet tongue like a box of candies.
Its intentions can be sugar.
Its results can be a bitter surprise.
The Democrats didn’t see Obama’s malicious power.
Yeats saw it in “The Second Coming,”
“And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”
Obama’s cowardice is turning the world
Into T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland.”
Obama is a compendium of poetry about the world’s failure.
The signs were all there.
The rhymes were slant.
The views expressed in this opinion article are solely those of their author and are not necessarily either shared or endorsed by EagleRising.com