Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Smelling of Marijuan


A day’s suspension seemed about right.
Trayvon just smelled of the stuff.
Half the teachers won’t go into the john,
Enough said.

He might have been guilty of rape, burglary,
Drug running, auto theft and masturbating.
He might have been a good kid.
He is dead because he is black.

Can we hold the thought and deal?
Have we reached the point where economics,
The result of a flattening world, is the next best hope?
Where a better idea will preclude a racial statement?

If so, the irony will be perfect.
From the “Invisible Man” that we refuse to see
To the invisible man hidden behind the algorithm,
Too clever to be ignored.

What of the ideology that encourages 
Confrontation over negotiation?
That prefers “Stand Your Ground”  
To a considered response.

Must we wait for Evolution’s answer,
Knowing that change does not denote enlightenment,
And that imprisoning the “other” for his skin-tone 
Makes us keepers of slaves, and slaves to fiction.






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