Election Night, 2008

© By Boinkaz

Beneath the concrete stairs

Are hypocausts of change.

Rally them as one

And they’ll warm you with their flame.

Come together people

Know your duty.

Choose your lane.

How they laughed at the uppity nigra

Under their high noses they know

Surely this country won’t elect

Such a black man

Even if he’s half white

In your face, as I grab my crotch

Name this you dogs, now sniff my hand

Over the earth on which it is built

Bounds a rising hope

Around the corner lies mounting schemes of disunity

Away from the center,

drawing fire.

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