Rage

When you turn on your tv

Analyze the white noise

Cut through the bullshit

You will see the class enemy

Kim Kardashian

Or some other cypher

Rich because she’s rich

MTV tripe

Do nothings

Contributing nothing

Helping nobody

Yet living like gods

They can drive the wrong way on the freeway

And kill a mother

And go to rehab

No jail

Rage.

Turn it off.

Walk outside

Around the corner

Around the world

See Beyoncé’s clothes

Made in Sri Lanka

By women like Beyoncé

For a nickel an hour

See the prisoner

Who held up a store

Trying to hit a comeup

Because

He was told that money sets his worth

Now he’s a modern day slave.

And now he makes some pig’s net worth

Grow. And grow.

Wanna talk to your family?

Get a birthday card?

See your daughter?

Eat more than food not fit for consumption?

Here’s a pig with his hand out.

Or he can do without.

Rage.

Here’s a black youth.

Trying to make it in the world.

Big dreams. Big plans.

Trying to benefit society and his people.

Now here he is

Murdered in the night

Never suicidal, happy with his existence.

Momma is an activist

Trying to make a better world.

White supremacy has marked this family.

See this manchild in the belly of the beast

Swinging from a tree in his own backyard.

They called it suicide.

But every black man woman and child knows

How much longer?

Rage.

See the revolutionary.

Who’s had enough.

Who can’t get a job — blacklisted.

Went to school, got a degree.

Still no luck.

Does gigs.

Delivers pizza.

Commissions art.

Not enough to live.

Stalked. Dogged. Labeled criminal — he is.

Who can’t feed his family.

Who knows where political power comes from.

Who carries his life on his fingertips.

Who is ready to die.

Who’s tired of being tired.

Tired of seeing children die.

Tired of pinpricks. Insults.

Sellouts. Money and fame hungry cretins.

Tired of revisionists.

Tired of parlor revolutionaries.

He finds others.

He receives his orders from his people and his party.

Death comes. For him and 15 of his class enemies.

A martyr is immortal. His rage found beautiful expression.

Rage kills. You, and others.

But applied, hardened in the furnace

Tempered. Steeled. Hammered out.

Disciplined. Organized.

Merciless. Tireless.

Rage builds a new world.