FINISH THE DYING

Let racism finish its dying ~

better the bouquet of its rotting corpse
than fetid, murderous breath;

more pleasing, the visage of its decay
than the festering wounds it inflicts.

Let its flesh be eaten by it's offspring;
carrion spawned of hate...

ricketic bones stripped naked of deceit;
symbiotic with doom;

even then to find no rest ~
no hope for resurrection.

Crushed beneath the heel of humanity
until as grains of sand;

devoid of hue, inert ~ barren...
swept forever from the heart of man.