Thursday, June 23, 2016

America's Bloodlust




Rivers of blood flowing through a majestic land 
Endless tears cried 
When even kids have died 
In this great land  
Of America 
Much like a third world 
Our greed and blood thirst 
Has gotten worse 
I believe America is cursed 
From her own blood lust 
Legions of disease brought by evil beings 
Wiping out native lands 
And killing off native beings 
Backs of the children of Africa bled for profit 
Generations of so-called minorities  
Destroyed by ole Jim Crow 
But oh how our bloodlust grew 
We fought wars with poor bodies for rich profit 
Then left those same poor to die in waiting for lines from a broken bureaucracy 
Now a lunatic with a cause 
Caused by generations of systematic hate and marginalization 
Makes the chickens come home 
Roosting in whatever community 
The majority hates 
Alas 
Such hate and evil never reside in place 
The suburbs are getting a taste 
Of the neglect felt by the inner city 
Urban centers 
The ghettos and hoods 
Or whatever other phrase used to dissociate America 
From it’s poor, neglected few 
The blood lust overflows rivers 
Overflowing 
Flowing into every facet of America 
Now they must open those eyes 
As painful as it may be 
America was never great 
We just had a very big rug to sweep it under 
Maybe 
Once those eyes are open and clear 
We’ll see the destruction of human bodies 
Unite to prevent more human fatalities 
Or we can trust the system 
But 
A piece of paper never gave us freedom, we took it for ourselves 
Inaction never fixes problems but actions speak loudly 
  
  
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2016

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Asshole, I Am


I guess by definition 
I'm what's considered an asshole 
A deplorable human 
Speaking the facts better left unsaid 
While ignoring my obvious flaws 
Hypocrite 
Finding a way to judge 
Finding a way to defer problems created by an ego 
Flawed by thoughts of supremacy 
But truly humanistic 
Waiting to be challenged 
And stumped 
Check your ego at the door 
Everyone here is equally judged 
But we're not God 
Just accountable 
  
  
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr 2016 

Friday, March 4, 2016

Missing Link




I was never supposed to fit in 
Forcing me to view the world more expansively 
No stereotype could box me in 
Dictating a life I wasn't living 
Who are you to tell me 
I'm not who I am 
I'm uniquely me 
Created in inequity 
No one can judge me 
But the God whom created me 
Must I fit into a role 
Belated to clowns parading around in clothes already worn 
Must I be a fool for a cause 
A block I don't own 
People who don't give a fuck whether I starve or mourn 
Must I be whom you want me to be 
To fit into a society 
Pretending to be 
  
  
  
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr 2016