What Goes On

What goes on is not what’s going on

The now, an anomaly suspended in time

Stuck between two centuries

White fuck-you finger raised to the divergent digital world moving forward

While staying two-footed and whole-ass bound in the analog world of

Grainy black and white film showing the Fuhrer arm salute

The adoring worshipful masses

And the piles of what used to be humans

Skin stretched over skeletons

Being bulldozed into pits.

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Some people fear others getting what they’ve had for so long

A nation stolen from the natives

Misappropriated by right-of-white

Because for centuries

They simply

Could.

Oh, the good old days

When white Christian men ruled the world

Boot on the backs

Swinging the lynching rope over the tree branch, snapping necks

Enjoying a fine brandy and a good cigar in the parlor

Go to church on Sunday with finely-dressed god-fearing wives.