A thought is but a fleeting moment in time,
that like water slips into the small spaces
and trickling through pervading the whole
with its denigration or delight, hate or hope.
The trickling consequences of biased thinking,
busily blinds the sighted, and bruises the
beauty of the hated, hunted, harried, human
now bowed down by steely opinionations.
So, they fall prey to the purposeful prodding of
a few, who flayed them with the will of wealth,
blighting the lives of black people, and pursuing
the goals of the racist generals of white elitism,
and I bend the knee to send out a new thought
that racism is wrong, it is right to resist, and
right to rebel against the rigidity of thoughts
that have prorogued years of possibilities.