Supremacy: a malignant concept poisons the
vine. The swill of noxious fruit, a weapon of
mass destruction, sows an idea of progress
steeped in the blood and soil of forsaken lives.
Woman. Negro. Indian. Foreigner. Jew.
Nouns, ground down against the edifice
of collective ignorance, become epithets;
adjectives eradicate like butcher knives.
The Law affirms a spirit of subjugation.
Latin flourishes, blunt legal instruments;
the system’s sine qua non: long arms, and
prima facie suspects to lawfully despise.
History: a palimpsest of cruel embellishments.
Fabulists engrave monuments, redact the horror
from memory, bury in the footnotes a legacy
of innocents slain by bigotry, slavery, genocide.
The Past: a stone wall maintains the prisons
oppression built. Parolees of injustice met with
denials; their jailers, wielding old stones, fling
erstwhile allegations with guilt in their eyes.
Equality – a truth unearths victims of progress,
exploits of greed, hidden in the poison weeds;
it sows a taste for the fruit of harmonious roots,
tends the soil with care and respect for all lives.