It’s a mystery-the treasure troves of history,
Fistfuls of missing pages blistering with info so interesting,
A road lined with torture and smoking pistols, cover up the real, and lock in the lies
So when something off the main path emerges, our minds ar’lready fried.
We deny what we don’t understand, my third eye has replies to the questions that some citi-zans can’t stand-
question everything, the main narratives are so bland,
Propaganda disguised as historical canon, and it’s all according to the oligarchs’ master planning-
The suffering, erasure of so many cultures in a country that doesn’t look back enough,
You could be in the wrong for your mere existence in the United States if you’re black enough;
The one drop rule, native americans sent to concentration camps rebranded as reservations,
Boarding schools that buried native children- horrific happenings at ‘black sites’ ran by the cops, covertly;
Doing dirty deeds on the down low, human beings ‘disappearing,’
You can’t heal wounds that are still open, untreated,
new cuts emerge while the wealthy recline and dine finely, rolling home with the chauffeur, or joyriding in a new two seater.
‘Lest we forget’ the atrocities, we cannot wipe our memories of the xenophobic cruelness, the collective psychotic ferocity,
nevertheless, as long we remain on this earth, we’re undefeated –
Discúlpame, s’il vous plaît – I just thought about ‘American’ history and got a little heated. – RSM