"He was just a boy!" she shouted while tears streamed down her face like a waterfall
Crocodile tears shed by a distraught mother
While a father calls the victim's brother
National headline: "Black boy shot in white neighborhood"
Poor little dude
Just a lively brood
Societal norms and standard stereotypes
And the people still believe the shit and the lies
Open your eyes
Not just Africa, England, France, but the whole continental nations in the Occidental hemisphere
But all we see is what we have near
War, bloodshed, innocence wasted, all can be found here
Humanity is so far up its own ass it cannot see its own flaws
We have the past to replay our mistakes
Replay, replay, replay our dates
The world might end in a matter of seconds, erasing the very existence of our fathoming conclusion
Plural noun and vocals written in seclusion
Kids down the playground, little black boy in exclusion
I want you to ask yourself: "what kind of sick fuck decides to kill a kid?!"
I can joke about this
But it's not funny shit
I can tell you about the little kid in Haiti whose family sold him for any scrap of money they could receive
The little girl in Canada, popping pills and feeling glad
The siblings in California, last week's relapse
But we just care about the little boy who got shot last week
A quantity of purebred hypocrites
Fighting against capitalism
And all we have to show for it
Is our ego and our faulty wit
YOU ARE READING
The Fallen Misanthropist
PoesíaA compilation of rants in the form of rhyming symphonies. They are both in Spanish and English.
