“A black object is black because it’s absorbing all the light; it’s not reflecting any color.”
Black as His Soul
Black as the soul of POTUS, dark as Beelzebub. As sable as the darkest night, tarred as an axle hub. It does not serve you well, my dear, to fall in love with black. It draws your whole light into it and gives you nothing back. Black will draw and quarter you, stretch you on the rack. It is the shade of Mack the Knife, a ripper known as Jack. There’s no good connotation for this tone of night. You simply cannot find one—try howe’er you might. Black robs you of your light and keeps it as its own. It is a cruel jailer, sitting on its thrown. Who would guess so many could be so misguided as to elect a president who is so ill-betided? What an ugly irony that he who decries colored skin should have a soul whose pigment takes all color in.
No matter how you’re drawn to it, please take a different tack,
for no matter what you do, black doesn’t love you back.
All those aimless childhood gambols— dawn to dusk spontaneous ambles. Up the block and down again, back once more to where we’d been, Hoping things perhaps had changed— something misplaced, someone deranged. But still, we found each of our homes as regular as metronomes. Day to day, each time we came, everything was just the same.
How we craved a big event. A calamity would be heaven-sent. News to share in Sunday school pithier than the Golden Rule. We yearned for things to brag about to cause town tongues to wag about. Some juicy news or disaster that served as excuse to chew the fat. Instead, our lives were all the norm. Safe and regular and warm.
We Monopolied and kicked the can. We walked and biked and hopped and ran. Combed back yards for a four leaf clover. Played blind man’s bluff and Annie-I-Over. But still we yearned for something new. Felt caught in long hot summer’s glue. Stones kicked down roads by summer sandals attempts to dislodge unearthed scandals. Little did we know one day we’d be called upon to pay
Our debt for wishes finally granted. Yet how we cursed and wept and ranted when all those asked-for ills befell us. Why didn’t anybody tell us that normalcy is everything— those quiet times that soon took wing. Telephones first brought the news of all those things we’d one day lose: old pets, old dreams, old friends and spouses. Totalled cars, repossessed houses.
War and pestilence and hunger? We did not know when we were younger that they were not simply a game. We did not know that casting blame on those responsible would fail. For rich men do not go to jail. They buy our votes then do their deeds so no man but they ever succeeds. And never can they get enough as they cloak our eyes in blind man’s bluff. But oh the scandals we now can tell. Our childhood wishes realized so well.
There’s spiked interest in forgiving. It’s become the newest fad. Sis forgave her boyfriend and my mom’s forgiven Dad. Isis forgave the infidels and Christians forgave arabs. Egypt forgave England for absconding with their scarabs. Now the Nepalese love China, they called them on the phone and China made a promise to leave Everest alone. Ukraine made up with Russia. Mongols gave up declining to give any permits for the Chinese to keep mining. The world would be so perfect, given all of these befriendings; but sadly, only fairytales have these happy endings.
When you reach out for the prize, please be sure you recognize that chaos can adopt the guise of a much-wished-for surprise.
Bad things can come in lovely trappings, so when you remove the wrappings, what you might find wrapped inside is something they have had to hide lest you know the ugly truth. A close-lipped smile can hide the tooth that bites the hand that votes for it. How can we once again permit such evil to come into power? This time we cannot hide or cower. Brave men and women must stir their bones— leave their screens, forsake their phones, to come back to reality. See how much worse the world could be. Environment an oozing shambles while big business wrecks and gambles. Brother turned against his brother, all the world blaming the other. Misogyny, racism and a lack of respect for the land— what will these concepts lead us to? Democracy is now a zoo. Polluted rivers, polluted skies, will prove the truth some recognize. In forgetting our forefathers’ goals, we’ve let big business buy our souls. Lately foolish, please now be wise. Please, countrymen, open your eyes. Your children sicken, your grandchild cries. Please save his country before it dies. It is time to recognize these words do not hyperbolize. Now is the time to change and wake up. Our country’s factions need to make up!