Is The Devil Human Or Not? Poem by Stanley Dorsey

The Devils Hue
I saw it longing for sovereignty and cynical toward chastity
I heard it unleash a perpetual claim
Let the swarthy be disdain
Subtle while shape-shifting our Constitution, toward heavy discontent
I saw it force peasantry with disenfranchisement
Those disparaging eyes holding contempt for our very soul
I saw it most jovial when mayhem was in vogue
A phenomenal being wishing to hew the innate from its bough
I saw it reap and not sew
Hands of talons, satiated in blood
Dragging the wounded through mud
Its power was a noose called capital
Forever it will deride morality as if laughable
Red in hate, misery blue had white become
The Devils Hue