Neanderthalic

Stupored.
With taunting visions haunting,
A past to relive their ancestors had.
Tantrum throwing,
Mothered thumb suckers.
Tethered to balloons tie to their wrists.
Young dream dwellers attending parades.
Made envious and jealous.
Of real historic heros.
They charade to masquerade.

Blinded by skin color.
And growing to fear the losing of their right,
To portray God as white.
In a massive Universe.
And taught and made to believe,
From a speck of dust called Earth.
Where they inhabit precariously,
Fragile.

Mind poisoning ignorance dispensed.
Has given them power to destroy themselves.
For the sake of recreating an image.
An image fictionalized and deceived.
Yet believed they can rule over and control.
What God has created.
With a gentrification.
That eventually eliminates diversity.

And...
This to delude,
Is perceived to be the wish of God.

'Did not the 'Neanderthals' over time evolve?'

'Uh...
Continue.'

'And...
Were they not taught,
Advancements to enhance their lives?'

'Go ahead.
I'm listening.'

'Then...
Why would a people,
Who claim themselves brilliant.
Mentally advanced with genius qualities.
Fear the threat of skin color.
To end their own quality of life.
With a proving they can do it.
Like a bully who starts a fight to lose!
That makes no sense!'

'Put a suit and tie on ignorance to dress it up,
And many will be more impressed by that...
As an image to give it.
Than the reality of following,
Someone dressed telling them...
To jump off a cliff.
But do it with acceptable etiquette.'

'That's absolutely crazy!'

'Is it?
Is it crazier than being instructed,
To perform an insurrection?
By one who denies,
Destroying everything they touch.
To have it given not to earn?'

'That's different.
Why do you always try to change the subject?
When everybody knows,
Truth and reality are not the same...
As producing evidence and facts.'

'Wow.
I can't believe you said that.'

'I know.
You're not the only one,
Who thinks I'm stupid.
Fooled you.
Didn't I?

'You have no idea.
You must be clarevoyant?'

'Will you stop trying to flatter me.
Talent to have it is talent to have.
You are either born with it or not!'

'Oh...God!
Save us!'

'I cannot be everywhere to do everything.
And you should know,
I am known for my dedication.
Please.
I'll do the best I can.
But there is no need to start crying!
Of all the people,
You can rely on me to understand your pain.