Problem



I am having a slight problem, you see

With the current  fake reality

Tokenism with a lot of fiction/history?

In a colorized transracial context

We are told to see

Past old mistakes  

And ignore the wrongs  

But as the chance for a higher consciousness

Becomes viable

Collectively this country shies away from  

The chance to be more…reliable?

  

It is not by accident that we are in a state of flux…

The powers that be use the rest of us

Like living batteries we fuel the top 1%

Our lives lived but not well or fully spent

And the winds of discontent

Blow violently in the face of disrespect

In a land that lays claim to the home of the brave

When its foundation was built on the backs of slaves

People removed from their birthplace

Who lost names and humanity and family

And asked to serve humbly  

No longer masters of their own fate

For centuries

That still drip into the cracks of uprisings

  

So, I am having a slight problem, you see

With the current fake reality

From Paris to New York and beyond

The sparks of revolution are igniting again

Because that is what this country was founded on

Revolution is the raison d’etre  

Taking from others was the gateway

That remains open to this day

We are the best at war

But won’t fight for the poor

Or our elders who fought the hardest wars

Or the proud people who were here before  

Who communed with nature and knew the terrain

Given reservations to anesthetize their pain

Yet this country demands respect

When it hasn’t earned it yet

A bully with a heart of gold

At least that is the how the story is told

Because reality has been Photoshopped

Outsourced to the lofty few who deem what IS

For me and you

  

So, I am having a slight problem, you see

With the current version of reality

technology is a frenemy that leveled the field

So more information  is being revealed

The darkest parts of our country’s history should be repealed

And the lies of the past unsealed

For the cause of liberty  

Tell them of the atrocities

From slavery, racism and brutality against POC

Sparking marches and protests in the streets

Cell phones ca

Keep it 100 tell the truth for once about the wrongs/whiteness

Wrapped in a constitution that did not include everyone

And only favored some

So, I am having a problem, you see

With the current fake reality

I think George Carlin said it eloquently:

“It’s called the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it”

So you can work forever and never achieve it

 

The promise of pie in the sky in flames

In that lofty top one space…

Rise up 99 times and feel ashamed  

It is the powers that be, not the people  

Who hold the blame

As leaders, if you wanna save face

Use your power to transform the game

Like Michael J. used to say “Make that change”

Help the less have more

Trickle down is obsolete

Build up from the floor

Use your resources to elevate this country

Leave your entitlements at the door

And go back to the time

when neighbor meant friend

because at the end of the day--

It’s simply about those you help in the end…

  

If I can do my duty, as a good man ought,

If I can bring back beauty, to a world up wrought,

If I can spread love's message, as the Master taught,

Then my living shall not be in vain. Mahalia Jackson

About this poem

A POC take on the dystopian nature of life in general.

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Written on February 08, 2021

Submitted by Poetess263 on March 27, 2023

Modified on March 28, 2023

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