As the melting pot is brought to a boil,
Blood takes to the American soil.
Depression. Anger. And violence persist.
As Lady Liberty falls to the modern racist.
“We have a right to our bodies!”
Can be heard through the night
As women, trans, and bipoc
All continue their fight.
We are hungry and tired.
And they’re calling us weak.
But the louder their hatred
Then the louder we SPEAK.
Take a hold of my hand,
My child, we’re almost there.
And don’t lose your hope,
Mes Enfant, don’t despair.
For it isn’t the end.
There is daylight to come.
And soon the oppressors
will be sucking their thumbs.
For with the dawn brings the light
Which casts away night.
And soon their cold asses
Will fall into plight.
They’ll lose all of their money
With each passing day.
And without a roof
or a meal they will stay.
Their villainous greed
may have served them so far.
But they can do nothing
to stop Morning Star.
My job is to punish the wicked
And comfort troubled.
But by the looks of this state
It seems my workload has doubled.
So here I will sit,
Deciding their fates.
As their souls have decended
Into Hellfire’s Gate.
The wicked are here
For one simple reason.
Because each one of them
Has committed a treason.
They’ve betrayed mankind.
And now they are mine.
I get to dictate
what they’ll do with their time.
My job is quite simple,
I review their fates
And then tell them why
They’re denied heaven’s gates.
Unlike what you’ve heard
I am not a vile monster.
In fact I just got here
By request of the Master.
They sent me to tell you
That I am in charge here.
And that all the vile villains
Will FACE what they fear.
Their lives are all changing.
Destruction begins.
And doubles with each one
Of their own deadly sins.
There are troubled here too.
And, until my arrival,
The villains have bullied
Them without any rivals.
So now I must punish
The wicked until
Their ego and bigotry
Grow deadly still.
No more is this hell.
For this is a new day.
No, now this is Earth.
Where love will now stay.
I have many changes
To bring into view.
But before we begin
I must ask this of you.
Do not lose your hope
In a shimmering dawn,
For the dew has begun
To collect on the lawn.
A bright new beginning
Lies ahead for the broken.
Don’t lower your voice
For those words must be spoken.
You will be lifted out
And away from the muck.
The oppressor is falling
No more slave teets to suck.
The broken are rising
And fighting for life
And the wealthy apologize
While they’re holding the knife.
But the new dawn heals all
And everything dark
Will fall to the light
With the strike of a spark.
No more is this hell
Where the innocent suffer.
For now begins Earth
At the hands of the Mother.
Trust in yourself
And keep your head high.
For soon these dark times
Will have long passed us by.
About the Creator
Arthur Armstrong
A being of duality, poetic irreverence, and maddening nonsense.
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