The Devil’s Hue


I saw it longing for sovereignty, cynical toward chasity
I heard it unleash the perpetual claim, let the swarthy be disdain
How subtile shape-shifting the Constitution with heavy discontent
I saw it forcing peasantry and economic disenfranchisement
With disparaging eyes it holds contempt for my very soul
I saw it most jovial when mayhem was in vogue
A phenomenal being, wishing to hew the innate from its bough
Yet it could reap and not sew
With hands like talents satiated in blood
It would even drag the wounded through the mud
Its power shows a noose, calling it capital
Forever deriding morality as if laughable
Red with hate, misery blue, had white became the devil's hue

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Growing up in Philadelphia, PA, the social conditions of the relationships among us become concerning and disturbing. This poem only depicts one problem I've written about. My inspiration comes from religious (Christian) teachings, James Baldwin, Richard Wright and W. E. B. DuBois.