Two Thousand Tears for Ferguson



Sadness is the extract of vanilla that is seen as racist.

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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

Of excuses.


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.

They jerk.

Their self-hatred is a quirk.

The world has turned backwards to get out of the driveway

Of sensibility.


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

His girls.


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.

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About the author

David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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