Peirce history,
Feel the pierce hemorrhaging
Rupture the structures
Of despotic institutions
Contracting contusions
From white savior delusions
Apply the shackles to the legacies
Of colonial zealotries
Raze the statues
Of great men
And bury them
In museums
Check the placard
With a black mark
And condemn them
With shame
Hang their glories
With the story
So we know whose to blame
You can't bury a past
Where weeds of hate
Are now stained
Rip the throat of traditions
With iron fist petitions
Burn down your closets
And lay out your carcasses
Pin the tail to the mirror
Of your next moving target
Or read this vitriol
In the next martyrs Manuel
Our X ray vision
feeds our indignation
a punch to forefathers
in their ultraviolet eye sockets
Vaccination with logic
Cures the mind for psychotics
Inoculate your hubris
That's viral psychopathic
And swallow your pride
If your halfway empathic
Smash out the lights
Of your self-centered religion
Or taste the ash
As a relic of perdition
2) I have read and understood I find it a bit scary, not those carcasses, but the ashes.....BUT you wrote a sparkling poem in the dark light, this poem so bright, for the disadvantaged honest citizens. Thank you so much for sharing, dear Kevin.
1) Doesn't the norm apply here: the teacher is the sufferer? or: the poet is the source of all first beginnings of wrong thinking? Or is this poem really therapeutic?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent heavy metaphored poem, laden and layered. Brillianly worded, Kevin. I have enjoyed very much