I saw an ocean of dead white people
with undescended testicles
afraid to let go
of their rigor mortis
It was hard to watch
because my own corpse
floated among the dead
hands
clenched tightly around
the bloated genitalia
of the believers
Yet
people are very resourceful
in the most destructive sense
of the word
We murder the future
at our leisure
We resurrect a dead savior
every Sunday
simply
to murder Him again
on Monday
Repetition brings the greatest comfort
to a humanity
obsessed with diddling
each other unto death do us part
We build walls
We tear down walls
We will tunnel under your triple strength walls
and piss into your listening wind
We reject your craveness
Your anti intellect
bleeds through cankers
on your brain
a brain filled to the brim
with caucasian amnesia
You can kill our children
and demilitarize your mythology
all in the same sentence
Why not?
You are already dead
and there is no future
for anybody
because you are not included
