A Thought

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.