Darkness is Spreading

they grin at their perfected invention
a grin masked in righteousness

a demonic countenance
made holy by tradition and thus still holding.

they have created the ultimate barrier.
a wall against darkness, a safeway for light

however this light is artificial,
and the darkness lives and breathes...

this gateway is the portal to carefree living,
the X on the map of success,

the highway leading away from strife,
whisking away from all slums...

but this magical rabbit hole,
this stairway to heaven,

has been encrypted with a toll,
a toll that has stolen ideals,

its price is relationships,
its funding is bonds,

it demands the essence of some,
and gladly seizes the lives of others..

the casualties of those this gate rejects
is as the stars among the heavens,

the sand upon the beach,
for the darkness out weighs the light,

they know this, thus they have built it
thus they run, mastering this invention created ages ago,

the artificial light walks through the checkpoint unscathed,
while the darkness meets a rising drawbridge that slams shut,

thudding with the final authority of one locked inside hell's gates,
one locked away, and the key thrown away? no, for the key was never made.

they are made to march through the valley of the shadow of death
a minimal amount of the many emerging through the pillaging smoke at the finish line,

but these silent refugees,
these abandoned soldiers,

they have surged on through the hatred,
they have repulsed prejudice and decapitated bigotry

disembowling segregation,
they arrive at the portals destination bloodied, but unyielding.

the makers of this contraption,
of this hideous doorway that favors the preponderance but bars the minority,

huddle amongst themselves, hiding from the blistering glares,
the rebuking eyes of the wronged champions

they watch from their own shadows as the oppressed
help their kind from the gutters, healing their wounds,

bandaging their pride, dressing their sorrows,
curing the jadedness, and commemorating the lost...

still the route of the self righteous,
the aperture in justice remains standing...

...that is why i have come.
stroll lightly to the toll booth.

they wonder whats the hold up?
why is this darkie holding up the line?

i stare with loathing from behind my shades.
sir please present your ID so we can decide if you're...eligible...

"eligible?" i laugh...
i ram the business end of my cigar onto his forehead...

he and the attendant behind him scream in surprise
i turn to her an remove my shades, the dark circles in my eyes reflecting off my leather jacket

and mirroring the state of my soul
"i did not come to be judged by you," i shot.

realizing she was near her end, she spat, "darkness is the absence of light!"
a favorite insult of their kind...

"then allow this absence to consume you, and devour everything you've ever known."
in a flash, the blade of my ninjaken reveals their innards to the outside world.

they look up in horror, unable to speak before the deathly bark of my glock
drowns out their last words...or pleas...

"scatter," i cast the word in the direction of the petrified crowd.
those who move fast enough are spared, the rest shot. some more than once.

i turn towards the portal device, it towers above me in defiance.
"now," i pull a cigarette from my pocket, and return my shades to their leashing position above my nose

lighting the roach, i stare up at the grotesque swirling opening.
"...to burn this mother fucker to the ground..."




"they called him colored, as a hateful term for their brother,
but a false claim at best, for black is truthfully shade devoid of color."