No Way of Suppression

What bears the worst scars or fresh wounds?
Is it a mere century and a handful of coins ago
Where whips were as common
As strange fruit?
Or is it modern day carnage
Where melanin lay slain
Upon the feet of brutes dressed alike
After constitutionally showing submission?

Is there a betterment for the unfortunately,
less fortunate?
Have all debts been repaid?
Have the earthly colored divinities
that bore humanity been given their due?
Have they received their halo?
It appears that some cotton faces would agree
to these irrationally thought of sentiments,
but only because they are oddly blind of
...the truth

Racism still exist.

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