The Woker Of the Deck

 


My thoughts
sound like
a screech un-quelled
or the iron scrape
of the opening
gates of hell
frustration , condemnation
within a climate maelstrom
infidel , citadel
the woke get stoked
in a culture of cancel
the bear gets poked
but no longer is able
I must hate my life
take a knee or be
revoked
because I'm white
I'm not allowed
no pride, no more
if I say I'm a tree
I am ,cause I say so
it's all about me , me too
what a fucking joke .