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RACISM REINVENTS HERSELF

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Racism Reinvents Herself

by Alice Parris

Racism no longer spends her time
Washing the blood-soaked spots
From her maudlin dress.
She no longer wears her Puritan
Bonnet of pride out in public.
She has had to reinvent herself
In order to survive in this
Politically correct world;
Where with one touch of the
Remote control, all eyes are watching.

Now, when in public, she is an
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Bleaching breakthroughs; her smile
Reveals perfectly even white teeth.
One would never suspect the cannibalistic
Orgy that takes place at her supper table.
There, she feasts upon the flesh of men,
Remarking on their relative inferiority based
Upon the taste that their DNA  provides to
Her seasoned tastebuds and palate.

Racism has changed her vocal patterns
And speech.  She no longer speaks the
Language that reveals the continued
Narrowness of her focus.  She no longer
Prattles on about her “God-given” right
To destroy the lives of others in order
To fill her never satisfied coffers.
Because… all ears are listening.

When the doors are closed, and she is
Alone, she lets down her tangled hair,
Damp from midnight meetings with
Marsh monsters.  We never get to see
Her skeleton body; skinless and soulless.
Alone, she sits in all of her splendor,
As the ruling skeleton of death.

She tells her grandchildren to continue
In her legacy of pride and arrogance.
Her grandchildren have learned her
Tactics well; they can spew out racial
Slurs as well as their grandma, and will
Do so, at the slightest hint that they
May not be superior, after all.

Every now and again, her zealous followers
Will be seen presiding over the
Beatings (and even a decapitation) of the random
Victims of her long-lingering ire.
Yet, she still attends church.  She attends one of
Those churches that are less concerned with
The conditions of a man’s soul,  but are
More concerned with the weight of the offering
Plate as it is passed around.  Her purse is full of
The money from the exploitation of others.

In order to maintain the appearance of her
Latest reinvented self, she will measure from
Her treasury some funds back to the less
Fortunate, of their own money.  Money
Stolen from the systematic exploitation and
Rape of others based on the propagation of lies.
She remains prideful and powerful.  She controls
Boardrooms and financial institutions without
Having to put in the usual public appearances.

She throws her head back and lets go of a
Full-bellied laugh when words like “quotas” and
“Restitution” are bandied about.  She has no
Intention of ever giving up her lavish lifestyle.
Yes, she has made for herself an opulent lifestyle,
From the bones of dead men.  She never apologizes
For the hideousness of her old appearance.
She successfully redirects all watching eyes
To her newer look. Deluded, and intoxicated
With the power from ill-gotten gain,
She believes that the whole world
Who watches is deceived… still.

 

Silenced Voices Speak, published in India by CYBERWIT.NET

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VISION AT THE TOMB

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Grey figures

Move like

Zombies,

Lost souls

Shuffling

As though

On Thorazine.

There is no need

For the

Sound

Of chains

To know

That these

Are prisoners.

 

Alice Parris

GNARLED BRANCHES

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 Gnarled,

Tortured

Branches,

Growing

Upwards,

Brushed

With gold.

Hiding

Earth’s

Drab

Olive dress:

Surrealistic

By contrast,

Futuristic

By design.

What place

Have they

Amongst

Orchid

Centerpieces?

 

Alice Parris

OCTOBER’S WAIT

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October is

The month

For dying.

Trees understand

October’s demands;

They change in

Reticent obedience

To nature’s way.

The hard part

Is the wait

For finality.

 

Alice Parris

MANY WATERS

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Many waters

Cover my head.

Many waters

Named sorrow.

I speak

To my pain;

My pain

Speaks

To me of

Old rivers

Washed

Over the

Souls

Of those

Who demanded

From life

The desires

Of their hearts

 

Alice Parris

ECLIPSE OF THE SOUL

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Each day

Passes.

Disappointment:

Like pieces

Of lead

Chained

To a man

Fated

To drown

From the

Weight.

Every day

I die,

Not with

Nobility;

I die

Kicking,

Screaming,

Cursing.

Alongside

My dreams:

Fallen

Like

Dead flies.

Alice Parris

 

BETRAYAL

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 I did

Not want

To know

That you

Had

Betrayed

Me.

The knowledge

Of your

Betrayal,

As a

Black rat

Propelled

Through

Dark

Passage

Ran

Towards

My mouth,

Jumped

Down

My throat

While my

Mouth was

Yet open:

I was

Left

Clawing

At my

Face

And throat

Thinking

Suddenly…

I was

Dead.

 

Alice Parris