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.

 

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©