Modern Day Mayhem

A million men marching

the feeling is stronger in him...

The sense of self, calmer,

it no longer seems so somber

when you dealing with this martyrdom.

I saw the divide and conquer come.

Isolated, I grew bonkers.

The tribe gave me a new monicker.

I'm N.I.C.E. now: Nonnegotiable Intelligence Caring Effortless.

That's R.I.G.H.T. about their Racial Insight is Go Hunt a Terrorist!

Flashbacks with my therapist,

left me with embarrassment.

What does a ferris wheel feel like?

I can't quite bare it or stomach the interrogating police statements

in the fairest nation, where we bury the sacred,

and call it vicarious victimization...

So I'm burning some sages,

meditating on my placement after this parade ends.

If love is in the air,

then I'm questioning the fragrance,

and still we wear a face mask

in this modern day mayhem.

I'm feeling like Neo,

the scrambled one in this matrix...