AMERICA BLACK VOTE NOT FOR SALE

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Aug 01, 2024

AMERICA BLACK VOTE NOT FOR SALE 
Behold a moment in time, let us freeze it for posterity
Donald this is not your reality show, and she is no celebrity
Questioning her nationality, darn is there some similarity
Casing point she is a human, Bombastic and Fantastic
Get to know your opponent those that are just realistic
Together we are a nation bound by natural mystic deep stick
Verse Two
Donald says I have created many black jobs, ouch
Trump did fail to mention, his surplus white jobs wow
Why not reward him, with that many black jobs as votes 
It would seem, that the power is now in the black vote,
This nation stands firm, saying to you that’s all she wrote.
No more crumbs from the master table, because we are able.
Verse Three
Returning to yesterday, to a man named Donald Trump
No party wanted him, likewise, he wanted no party either
A loner then and a loner now, still unwanted and rejected
He sorted the presidency most people were fed up and he got in 
They never wanted him anyway and knew they didn't want him to win
America why is he still the one whistling poor Republican riddim 
Verse four
Give your brains a racking and find the remedy that is still larking
Let us just send Trump off packing, it’s now time for the reconning
There is no black or white, here in America everyone knows but Trump
Only red, white, and blue, beneath the American flag, and it flies high
Gone are those days, I thought he knew, no stepping on others' toes
American black vote is not for sale, silly Donald here everything goes

Into The Mist Poetry Volume 9
Kenvil Atkins Lewis / Timeless Poetry and Short Stories/ Raw Energy

ONCE UPON A TIME THEY TILL THE SOIL
SWEATING IN THE HOT SUN UNTIL BOIL
NOW THEY ARE THE SON OF THE SOIL
AND VOTE THEY WILL OR GO AWOL



 

Tags: Happy, Beat, Inspirational, Imagery, Deep,

 

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