IN yonder red-brick mansion, tight and square,
Just at the town's commencement, lives the mayor.
Some yards of shining gravel, fenced with box,
Unto a Yorkshire school was sent
A negro youth to learn to write,
And the first day young Juba went
All gazed on him as a rare sight.
The fire that grasps and coffin confines
the last breath at the final countdown
of life vanquish not on one deceptive,
feign hedge where the vociferous
Felt through the worlds tomorrow.
A mass explosion.
Suicide on the mind.
When ideals are favored.
The truth shall be abandon for things better savored.
As it sometimes brings nothing but disgust.
A bitter taste you can't get out no matter how hard you try.
Someone needs to be rich and someone needs to be poor.
An equal existence would mean it could never be improved upon.
What ever you had, you would have.
All Asians know karate, and eat raw fish,
Chitlins and collard greens are Blacks favorite dish,
The Irish are nothing but wife beaters and drunks,
And don't turn your back on those Spic thieving punks,
Prejudice and jealousy
Saturday,26th June 2021
Where shall we go?
Elizabeth, I fell in love with you,
Without seeing you in person.
Without being born in your days,
With a figure that I carved of you,