TRUMPED TO DEATH

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TRUMPED TO DEATH!

What to do when all hope appears to be lost?

Here is what one man begged for!

RLJ

TRUMPED TO DEATH

(Herndon, Virginia)

Sweet, sweet angel of death...

I beg of thee to come to me and take my soul!

Take me away from this scorched surface earth!

I simply cannot continue to live in a country,

In a world, actually,

Of straight political insanity that caters to the worst human elements!

I, regardless of what I wanted with my political vote,

Have come to the sobering reality that I am still a slave to what THEY want.

I have no real control over the laws that control my life.

The numbers to the game of American life will never be in my favor!

They will always use the numbers against me!

One black president means nothing to me because I never met him!

And now... the mostly white people of my America have spoken!

They have given the USA presidency,

The most powerful position in the world,

To an openly racist, bigoted, misogynistic, sexist, predatory man.

They gave this power to a man who spit in the face of pure political tradition by...

Openly lying to America about his taxes while refusing to release his tax records!

And now the long con comes to fruition!

The republican power elite will now attack every liberty I need to survive!

In fact, the “Swamp Draining” promised is a goddamn lie!

The swamp is actually being refilled right before my eyes with...

The same political swamp water trash that wants to destroy civil liberty!

Really... like, for example, Newt Gingrich and “stop and frisk” Rudolph Giuliani?

Death, I am too much of a coward to kill myself... this you must know!

So, you can come to me and I will not resist your dark call!

I am 57 years too tired... and too many people of America are too crazy!

And the craziest of people of politics are about to take over the government!

They will literally change the world within hours after Trump’s swear-in!

They will go after gay people, women, blacks, Muslims and Mexicans!

Civil liberty... in a Republican controlled America?

What will civil liberty look like enforced by the religious right and the Alt-right?

I do not want to know the answer to that question!

I do not have the energy to continue to fight racist wrongs that always seem to win!

I do not want to do this life thing any longer!

I am not just tired from life... I am exhausted from life!

The racist, bigoted, homophobic, sexist, xenophobic human animals have won!

They elected the man who will give the crazy monsters the power they crave!

America is now a place I do not want to live in any longer.

It is time for me to check out of this crazy horror hotel call America.

And so... I am laid out before you death... come take my soul to where you wish!

And may God bless my death... may God bless my soul... and may God bless America!

ESC

THE DNA OF NORTH CAROLINA

At 57 years old,
I still vividly remember the first time a white person spit on me.
Shallotte, North Carolina... 1965!
My grandfather took me with him the 10 miles from the deep country into town.
And the old white woman who called us Niggers and spit on us...
Well, that is North Carolina hatred!
And it is just as strong today as it was back in 1959 when I was born!
Here,
Presented for your perusal,
Is one example out of millions of reason for the hatred that comes from...
The DNA Of North Carolina!

RLJ

THE DNA OF NORTH CAROLINA

(Fayetteville, North Carolina)

The thick, waterless blood of the first whipped slave off the slaver boat…

It dripped off his back down into the ripe North Carolina soil.

His thirsty body could not muster a scream…

As the lashes slashed raw whelps across his fevered skin.

He fell to the ground in soundless agony…

He was too dry and hungry and weak to cry out aloud.

The slavers whipped him without mercy until he died…

An example of the horrors to come for the rest of the stolen!

His name was unknown to anyone else!

The slavers forbid the slaves to communicate with each other.

Speaking was punishable by being thrown overboard to the sharks.

10 men died that way… and 3 women, too.

Suffering in silence was the way of the slave ships!

This was serious business and mutiny was not an option!

Bread and water, rats and cockroaches…

That was the food for the hungry stolen in the dank darkness!

And now that the slaves have finally been exposed to light and soil…

Their first experience on North Carolina soil is witness to a painful murder!

And as the slow march to the slave market begins…

The cuffs attached to the chains around their ankles cut their flesh.

And all of the slaves… men and women,

Spilt their blood along the trail of tears of the stolen and sold!

Their DNA merged with the fertile earth…

Giving their spirits and souls to the North Carolina earth.

The whipped spills their blood into the soil!

The decapitated spills their blood into the soil!

The hanged spills their blood into the soil!

The raped spills their blood into the soil!

The murdered spills their blood into the soil!

The buried spills their blood into the soil!

The vanished spills their blood into the soil!

The DNA of ten million lost black bodies is in the soil!

When you walk on the soil… You walk on slave blood DNA!

When you breath in your air… you breath in slave blood DNA!

When you dig in the soil… you dig in slave blood DNA!

When you eat your food… you eat slave blood DNA!

When you chop down a tree… you chop down slave blood DNA!

When you grow your crops… you grow them with slave blood DNA!

The DNA of ten million lost bodies gave their lives for your life!

Untrue… those lives were taken by human thieves of humans!

What man, stolen from family and homeland,

Would willingly give his life for slavers who beat, whipped and raped…

His life, his overworked body and his beautiful proud women!

The blood spilt upon the Tobacco soil is the blood of the damned!

The damned who were forced to spill their DNA across the land…

This American land -- of the home of the brave and the free…

If you happened to be the Cracker in possession of the bloodied whip!

How deep does the DNA of the ancestors of Africa soak into the soil?

How many thousands of gallons of red African blood lays beneath your feet?

If a gust of wind blows dust into your eyes and mouth…

Are you ingesting the blood DNA of the ancestors of slave death?

And if you live in a Southern United States state…

Are you not bathed in the blood of the dead, anyway?

When you take a shower during the time of your day, 

Are you not washing slave blood DNA all over your body?

The Oak tree spirits whisper at night when the midnight moon is high.

They tell each other dark tales of the old days in American history.

They talk about being forced accomplices of lynches and hangings!

They cried tree sap tears as they were forced to feed upon human DNA.

They remember the pure days before slavery blood DNA…

When the deer DNA gave them life without forced guilt!

But those days are done and gone forever.

In modern times it is guns and ammo sending DNA into the soil.

Today is a new day!

Today could be better than the day before…

But probably not… because of the shameful memories in the soil.

More black blood DNA is poured into the dirt daily.

From place to place… the shame continues, 

The legacy of spilt black blood DNA!

America should weep for the black blood DNA already present in the soil!

Are you not tired of ingesting… North Carolina African-American black blood DNA?

RLJ