On the afternoon of June 1, 2020 we witnessed
four hundred years of oppression against Blacks
telescoped into a microscopically moral man.
After his eyes adjusted to the light
returning from the dark below ground,
After holding his breath
to avoid the fumes of righteous anger,
After his tongue tired
trying to pronounce a truthful word,
After his ears turned red
soaked in a lexicon of fire and blood,
After his legs grew heroic behind
an army of street sweepers with rifles.
After perilous peace was beaten back
by rubber bullets and pepper spray,
After the gas cleared and the sting of bullets
scattered battered bodies,
He bravely swaggered across the street
like an evangelist drunk on blame and
posed his vacuous power suit
in front of Saint John’s historic church.
Retrieving the Holy Bible from Ivanka’s
white leather $1,500 Max Mara holster
and holding the weighty book in his hand
like a boy clutching a pistol for first time,
he smirked at God and preyed on America.