Learning to love in the rancid wake of
integrity lost in the lake of our shallow
forebears takes more grand character
than you or I can make easy; both lost
to the Black Messiah’s modern trials -
judged and juried falsely - robbed of a
freedom implied as only relevant to an
unsanctified ignorance of supremacy
events in succession, learned that is
the lies they told - believed our own
eyes only and the friends we’d made
in rainbow resonance concurred free
of colour or prejudice like family
© 21 January 2014, I. D. Carswell
Inspired by Marilese in her 'Devilish Tribe' poem
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