The Propaganda Of Money And Hate Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Racism from top down.
A discriminatory clown.
How can we expect others not follow.
The enemy within.
And battle begins, yet again, yet again.

A promotional kind of hate.
Not a single debate.
The silence will kill us all.
When our kids follow suit who will be left to turn too.
Where is the leadership.
Did it skip a beat.
Or is gone forever.

There never is acceptable excuse.
There is always plenty of blame to go around.
The tree that falls but makes no sound.
Just another victim of verbal abuse.
But it so much more when those responsible do not have to answer for it.
Running off at the mouth with complete impunity.

We must set higher standard, we must demand it be followed.
Hollow be that name.
A slur under highest office in nation.
The man will take us back to time to before the civil war.
Indentured servants with a stroke of a pen.
We must never let him.

This is all of ours fight, no matter race, religion, sex, or country of origin.
He is representing a nation founded by immigrants.
Let our history be the sticking point in which we must continuely shame him into submission.
Let him know we will not stand for it.
Let him know we our not his dogs, and he's not our master.
A political diaster.
A political crisis.
Bring the civil suits, because the only thing he truly cares about more is money.