Good morning

Doesn’t it seem as if this dawn is different?
Doesn’t it seem as if the presence of fresh air,
Has made those stop and stare…
And wonder about their priorities and affairs?
Had you been one of those raise to use the ‘N’ word?
With the ‘F’ and the ‘S’ and the ‘MF’ next?
Were you one of those to ‘G-D’ them and their kind?
Today you may find yourself,
Feeling stupid and perplexed.
Realizing your beliefs are far from perfect!
Had you been one of ‘those’ to move away from ‘them’?
Because of their features and color of skin.
Did you and your friends,
Plot to deceive.
Believing your future was to create,
Generations of dynasties.
To fulfill selfish needs of a racial ‘purety’.
Are you one of those who now sit scratching,
Your once privileged head?
Isolated in surburbia,
And clouded in sadness…
With a dose of overwhelming dread?
You have to admit…
You and yours to yourselves have fed.
With wishes your life and perceptions about it,
Could start all over again,
Instead?
With plantation dreams…
Of having slaves bring to you breakfast in bed.
Those me-me-I-I issues and racist remarks…
Seem a bit trifling today don’t they?
Since your values and standards are being ripped apart.
And you were right there cheering this ‘BS’ on!
Hoping those you selected to lead…
Would not strip away those visions,
To have you plead…
As you and others with similar points of view…
To do to others before they did it to you.
Backstabbing to defame,
Without remorse and/or shame.
And now…
The blame game.
Who has done what to whom and why.
But those who create conflict in fellowship…
Worshipping ‘things’ that bring upon their feelings of emptiness.
Has begun an experience of a flagrant miscalculation.
One you thought you would never reminisce.
Not to treat you…
One of their own like this!
And yet…
Their deeds will not deliver escapes…
To flee from guilt.
Or the manifestation of such devastation.
Good Morning.
Such a beautiful day.
Doesn’t it seem as if this dawn is different?
Doesn’t it seem as if the presence of fresh air,
Has made those stop and stare…
And wonder about their priorities and affairs.
With an awareness that dares to be accepted!
How can those who invested in collected deceit…
Be treated with such disrespect.
As a few plan and plot,
To crush them into subservience…
In an accepting consciousness,
That awakens too late to protest!
Good Morning.
Doesn’t it seem as if this dawn is different?
To those of you who have been out of touch!
Slowly…
Inhale the realities.
The availability of them have for you arrived.