Trust

Trust 

The fellow beside me won’t shoot me.

Is that a battle flag in your bag.

Should I trust a friendly face?

The hate for me none other

than we’re the same but 

I should be subordinate.

I’m traitor I don’t project your ancestry.

They (south) rise again.

And The labor is dark 

missives then as now.

Field nigga. House nigga. 

It ain’t but a word.

However enlightened, 

viper is partisan man of war.

 

Was Privileged that killed her.

Fool’s errand got her shot.

Act of sedition for the right to address me

out my name. 

Asses the threat I pose

The world is watching.

Export your hatred, 

United States.

Says so on paper.

Articles of this and that nostalgia.

Trust we were ever civil.  G©