Burn my eyes out v2

burn my eyes out,

burn the lies out,

salt the earth,

summers coming, watch the ICE melt,

pound the pavement, bang the drum with a thigh bone,

whenever you see blue, you can spy chrome.

When I see the po, even though Im white as snow, I feel cold, 

because i know that if i wasn’t me, i could be in the death zone

how you think somebody feels / if their skin isn’t state approved? 

We know it takes all kinds, blacks and whites, reds and blues,

But let me issue what feels weird to say out loud but’s true:
the quote-unquote white race is centuries old fake news.

how many flowers, sitting shivas, mass graves, ghettos, concentration camps, riots,

new orleans funeral bands, wakes, cries of grief, 

services at synagogues, mosques, churches, temples, rituals, prayers and wreaths,

until that arc of the universe / is finally achieved?

I do believe.

But then I see a man with his life leaking out

cause his necks under a knee

I see and see 

What I saw 

And then I want to scream

I can’t ---

but always remember we got the dream, 

and you got a lie,

it might take a thousand years, 

but your kind is going bye, 

your tide is rising high, 

heres a coin for the boatman,

think you seen it all 

but youre blind, man, 

cant even see / 

your very own life, man.

donald trump and his kind might have their day

but their era of terror is doomed / to be  buried in the dust, 

burnt up like Pompeii,

ha, you think you’re alive? 

your kind’s just an empty impression / in the ash

for our great-great-great grandkids museums,

i learned it as a kid,

to every thing there is a season,

kids’ll spit on your grave

to bring the rhyme to completion.