Analysis of Exposure of a Caste

Exposure of a Caste

I watched as racism rushed out of you like blood from a deep cut.
I could see blood stains on your hands and regalia
as you chose white privilege over democracy that night.
You think your white skin is translucent, but it is clear what lies inside,
detestation and fury for any person of color that proves,
even with your exploitation and alienation, they still can rise.

Governing with your fake crown, protesting you are deserving.
You proclaim you fought hard for your high rank in the oligarchy.
Who are you kidding? Your worth was ascribed, not earned!
You were born into wealth.  Yours is not a story of rags to riches.
Only your arrogance allows you to believe that is the truth.
You are frustrated when you are dismissed by someone of a lower caste.
Infuriated when a Black or Brown brother or sister passes you in the ranks.

You have justified in your mind it is ok to call Blacks and Browns criminals and illegals,
pronouncing your superiority while, them, you belittle.
Lock them up and throw away the key, you say. I have no use for them.
Shoot them, starve them, enslave them, take their rights away.
No longer off my tax dollars will their children be nourished.
Why should my hard-earned money be given to them with the expectation they will flourish?

Continue to live with a blindfold over your eyes.
Preach your creed about how this country was pledged to people like you.
Bestowed upon the pale-skinned under the assumption of manifest destiny.
This allows you to be deliberately obtuse
about the damage you cause others with your brutality and gluttony.
Keep kids in cages so that your children don’t have to compete.
This only benefits you, but WHITE PRIVILEGE, you can’t see.

You wear your tainted sacred thread like an honor badge.
Telling everyone your war stories about how you labored to get everything you have.
You speak with righteous indignation to your MAGA hat-wearing crowds.
Brainwashing your followers into believing you are bringing America back
to that nation it once was when only people that looked like you
were worshiped, respected, and deserved to be treated like royalty.
Demanding your believers charge the White House, ordering them to kill
anyone who demonstrated their disloyalty on Capitol Hill.

Convincing your henchmen that Blacks and Browns are replacing them
and soon, whites will be placed dead last in the caste ranks.
You recruit your ignorant to wage war to eliminate the threat
of having to live in a world where your white skin is seen as repulsive,
dangerous and no longer of any worth.
You quake at the thought of not having any value in this newly colored world.

You will be dethroned and forced to see that you were never worthy.
I see that smirk on your face as you push that wheel barrel of generational wealth down the street
piled so high with things you claimed you earned while
exploiting, raping, robbing, lynching, beating, and brutally murdering Blacks and Browns
so that you could continue to keep your place of sovereignty.
You are burning books, so you never have to speak of the past           APOLOGETICALLY.
Hoping your children and grandchildren never see the truth.

The grand finale is soon to come when you become accustomed to disregard,
and your work will be devalued; serving the regal should be done without financial reward.
Your schools will be lined with police acting as Department of Corrections guards,
preparing you for your future in the prison yard.
For your white skin will be viewed as a peril.
We will count your young to predict how many prison beds will be needed in the coming decade.
We must lock away your young adults before they revolt against the cruelty.
We must incarcerate your youth before self-repugnance and killing become commonality.

No books to read, for we the people have determined that education is lost on you.
No food to eat unless you beg; free lunch comes with the loss of dignity.
Once the revolution is over and we take one last knee,
you will be forced to beg for favors from people  
you lynched, burned, and left in poverty.
Good luck with the future once your new destiny is discerned,
There is no returning      for those bridges you have already burned.