MARCELLUS NEALY
Trump Rally
Double speak in feigned squeaky cleanliness
Has become a burden they no longer want to bear
Because it's too hard for them to breath
Underneath the clownish white hoods
That made their necks burn brighter with abominable hate
I sit here across the ocean watching dumfounded
By the backward tumbling crumble of America
“They are not good people. No more political correctness.”
The code for “kill all niggers and the spicks”
How can this be happening again
Miscreants under the brutal baton of bigoted oppression
They cannot make our country great again by destroying
The path that led us through so much suffering
Fathers and sons dusting off the twisted jute
Testing the branches of poplars and sycamores
Sending the fallen to hang their heads in despair
And weep with me over the edge of our future’s horizon
“Facing the rising sun of our new day begun…”
Only nothing is new and the sun is not rising
Not raising in America
Old Is No Sin
I wear mine like high honors
Testament to quick-witted survival
Not everyone can
Some go too quickly
Succumbing to
The malignancies of being human
By their own or the
Bulleted, pocked, tumor of misfortune
Inescapable
Yes inescapable
But every prolonged moment
Turned grey about my chin is proof
That I have, that I will, that I can
I Was Born In America
I was born in America
Land of the free
Home to big-bottomed lovers
Of everything verbose
Proud loud 32 ounces in one gulp
America
Her creators were so generous
They gave blankets to indigenous people
As they prayed for their souls
In Jesus name, amen
They offered to help them have pride in themselves
By giving them shiny trinkets and bobbles
To hang around their necks
They even offered to tend their lands
So they wouldn’t have to
“Buying land is like buying air
Oh Silly white men” they giggled
Giggled until they lay crippled and pocked
Under warm wool
Wondering where
The curse had come from
I was born in America
Green hills open fields
So beautiful so diverse
From every land to the lands
Where my ancestors came from
Their backs glistening
On American soil under American suns
Shiny sweat like brown sculpted marble
Hunching over tiny clouds
They carried bags of tiny clouds
So heavy it disfigured
How generous they were
To give homes to savages
Polytheistic heathens who danced
Gloriously naked into the sunlight,
The moonlight and the firelight
When their backs grew crooked
From all the clouds they carried
And from too much longing
To be African again
They straighten them out
With hard bendable leather
Who knew such treatment
Was good for the voice too
It helped to build strong lungs
Gracious hands were often busy
Helping to straighten backs
And strengthen lungs
I was born in America
A country full of people who were so generous
They would often hang food
In the trees for the crows to feed on
In Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia
And places in the deep
The crows were so fat
You’d swear they had it too good.
How they swung like dark pendulums
Below the blessed rope
Twisted jute made from strands gathered
By their brothers, sisters, cousins
And even the worn hands of
Mothers and fathers
Lovingly twisted and placed
Like magical necklaces
Like Teleportation devices
Around their necks and
Away from the harshness of the world
My grandmother told us
Her voice shaking with fond memories
Of the men in her family
All of the men
All of them keeping time
With magnolia leaves
In the wind
I was born in America
The same birthplace as
Horace Smith and Daniel Wesson
They made it their mission
To put a volcanic in every hand
So that no one would have to
Watch their wife or husband
Cheat and feel helpless about it
Neighborhood watchers could take action
Stand their ground
Against the darkest shadow or hooded foe
And not fear for their manhood
Those bright profiteers
Those harbingers of fortune
They saw gold in the eyes of America’s children
Sure some mothers wept
Many mothers wept
Like that wailing woman
I saw in some Cleveland emergency room
Her son was only 6 years old
But half his skull was gone
Her tears are nothing in comparison
To the kindergarten killer’s
Victorious leap to manhood
He settled his fight for that video game
In true American fashion.
Till I Owe you Nothing
Song Lyrics
How do I know what you're thinking
It could be a million things more
If I climbed that endless ladder
I might fall like I did before
Don't you know that eternity
Isn't all that you said it is
Release me from this moment soon
To the time when we were just kids
And I owed you nothing
Nothing like I do now
In one quick breath we were just like
Heaven immortal full of stars
Now I spend all my sleepless nights
Lonesomely lost inside these bars
We can never be that again
Fate is hardly so cruel
All we have is starting over
To get beyond the fool
Till I owe you nothing
Nothing like I do now
I want to owe you nothing
Nothing like I do now
What did you say when you were gone
Whispers of it haunted my mind
And left me hanging from this edge
Lost within the shadows of time
Spoke of hate like you spoke of love
You threw me into these waters
Walked away but I saw you splash
Saw you drown me in these waters
And now I owe you nothing
Nothing like I do now
