This is a public service announcement.
Any uniform is sufficient for a person,
Who votes solely along the lines of promised employment.
Negligent in the welfare of others,
Dismissive of their deal.
Uniform in thinking like many others,
Who would sell their species for a promised meal.
Without a single regard for moral and social principles,
This individual is subhuman.
Not based on brain capacity, head size, melanin –
Intelligence, gender, or ethnic origin –
But merely based on his or her lack of empathy,
For a fellow human.
These individuals are invaders who walk among us,
Pointing out the “others,” who aren’t like “us.”
Tossing hi-fives, celebrating firsts.
The fifteenth, pall bearing the body politic in a hearse.
Shaking chicken bones, hexes and curses, to keep you in the dark,
While they are cutting holes in ya purses,
Putting their fingers in your pockets.
They look, walk, smell, and smile like us.
Sewing discord and harvesting the fear of “them.”
They consume the vulnerable,
Separate the strong,
And devour the lone hero.
The invaders are now here.
They stand, talk, drink, and smile like us.
They are a subspecies and Inhuman living among us,
Fostering fear in an election year.
by malakhai jones
(c) copyright 2016
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