Two Kings

One King
Worked for the People
Moved them further from slavery
Their ancestors
Ripped from their lands
Forced to the soil
By oppressive owners
Of the plantations

He saw the injustice
The hatred, the misery
A People separated
From freedom, from rights
Segregated
Split into an isolated world
By the so-called great nation
That didn’t want them

So sad for America
Tragic days
When an assassin’s bullet
Took down the King
For no reason but hatred
And fear of the Other
Who could live as one
With us…if we would let them.

Remember King.

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The latest “King”
Who thinks he has the right
To destroy all the progress
With the stroke of a pen
To divide us once again
Into separate camps
To enslave us all again
Not just them, but all of us
Regardless of our color
Regardless of our sex
Regardless of our intellect
Only riches would save us
From the billionaires
And their plantations
Of steel
Chained to machines
Tied to desks and monitors
With no escape
No way out
As the “King” wallows in the trough
Believing in his power
To rule

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In the end, the Reaper will call
The second “King” will fade
We will remember the first King
As a pioneer and blessing
And the second “King”
As but a curse.