Throughout Documented History Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those who provoke racism,
Feel comfortable amongst themselves...
To poke jokes at the workplace,
To make those who are not represented in numbers...
Feel uncomfortable and out of place,
As they make substandard wages.

To say that these insecurities do not exist...
Is to say Al Jolson didn't carve a career,
From painting his face black.
And outline his eyes and lips...
Bright and white,
To make fun of those he believed defenseless.
And this was loved and regarded as 'entertainment'...
At 'all' Negro's expense.

The minds of those evil have not changed.
And the wickedness of their ways have remain the same.
However...
What can be claimed as tempers inflame?
Is a significant eroding of a quality of life.
Inflicted by those who will never admit shame...
For misdeeds they have clearly done,
To defame and maim one's mental health!
If seen before the treatment of projected 'sweetenings'...
Throughout documented history.

And only done...
As observed,
To achieve their own demise.
Coming to a racist near you to view!

'Oh, I see!
And where are you from? '

My observations began to root and ferment,
In the State of Connecticut.
I hope I had not made that obvious.

In the year 2010,
It seems racism is an acronym for jackass!
Or a donkey with elephant ideals forgotten.
Whatever the losing affiliation one wishes to choose!