Race for the White House 2012

“And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto me from the ground.” – Genesis 4:10

To Stephen King, who tries

Vote for me
And History
Will run back to the age of gold:
The old house on the edge of town
Will re-ope its doors and you will be welcomed in,
To chatter and be gay as ’twas in Grandfather’s day.

Black folk will smile and serve,
And she will be fair,
Smiting you with her fan on a dare.

And we will all smoke again,
Lighting big cigars,
To drive away the little men
That stand only, inches, ten,
And tug at our cuffs so insistently
With their little misery.

The man that grows out of our bones we need not speak of.

You’ll have boots of Spanish leather,
And a silver handled Cane
With which as dawn breaks you can smite your brother
Again, and again, and again.

Edward G. Nilges 12 Jan 2012. Moral rights asserted.


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