Block This, Block That

Block this, block that

Black this, black that

I am sick and tired

Of seeing the hatred

And the obvious prejudices

Destroying countries, counties

Districts and municipalities

Where biased authorities

And utterly corrupt and ornery judges

Rule like lions in the wild jungles.

 

Black this, black that

Block this, block that

Where nobody wins

And everybody loses

From venomous doses

Of ignorance and intolerance

We are all fraternal twins

With different level of shade and nuance

Oh! Nobody is perfect

And I am daringly correct

Like the angel snoring on the deck.

 

I have never seen a black country

I have never lived in a black county

Unfortunately nonsense prevails

And common sense is assailed

Oh! I will spare you the details

So you won’t faint, fade, fall and fail

As you lurk, search, muse and chase your tail

Black this, black that

Block this, block that.

 

Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved

Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

EnderHolmes

Beautiful! I hope you continue to write.

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