he left the area
that racist place
***
all the undercurrents continue
bubbling
a cauldron of hate, and
no secret now, brought to light
made okay, stated okay, good people
lies, evil doings made okay
***
racism in undercurrents, or boldly stated
- still there, still there, and, spread sea to sea
town to town, seething and writhing
beneath living and breathing dioramas
of lovely idyllic scenes, yet are
hard-packed mounds
of lies and deceipt
***
it’s the same now, skewed perspectives.
his return brings explanations and whys,
stories of life there, while he was gone
No regrets for leaving, no.
The return proved his reasoning clear.
Dark hearts cloaked in pale rinds,
affirming righteousness
- but look everywhere and you might see the
evil smoke woven over their
kindly affirmations,
expelled from truly black innards.
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Andrea Corwin
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Comments (3)
Dark hearts cloaked in pale rinds. That line was my favourite! I also loved the breathing dioramas! Your poem is the ultimate truth! So deep and thought provoking! I loved it!
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