Revoltee Protestation Amnesia
America was born in protest violence,
but Lady Liberty now has
postpartum memento —
A colonial, hypocritical condition called:
Revoltee Protestation Amnesia
Wavy umbilical vanished memories,
of destructive actions ~ Terrible justification deeds
needed to break the bond of perceived tyranny
Swaddled in a dissent slogan banner,
her Revolution baby
first words uttered were:
“No taxation without representation”
Shedding musket tears
of colonial employ,
the charter tyke was weaned on
East India Company tea
But the parliamentary shackles
of free speech
assembly oppression
hurt America Revolution baby’s
neck too much
She couldn’t breathe liberty
as fetter such
Swift economic growing pains
bare witness how
the colonial child's voice changed
Words of pretty mild dissent
turned protest ugly
Her juvenile behavior
developed bosom rage violently
It kindled a revolt-tea dumpster fire
At the righteous protestation
adolescent phase,
the Revolutionary young lady
riot-tossed
into the Boston harbor
the British tea
Utter-ly destroying property of the E. India company
Oh, how the Revolution woman-child’s
anger burned —
Torch subtle as volatile voices often be
In Native American disguise,
she killed collaborative officials,
who worked for
the England government subsidiary
And when the fiery rage of her
riotous vexation
died down
This famous act of violence
subsequently became
protest
praiseworthy
renown
My, ooh my: Violence never was so romanticized!
What a violent birther story,
wouldn’t you agree
But now a few hourglasses
filled with Crown Royal ambrosia:
America has drunken pride,
blackout deeds of protest amnesia
At the ripe age of whine maturity,
the Revolution contrary woman now do flag foreswear
she’s peacemaker toting as can be
Cursed be her revolt-tea dumpster fire, blackout memories
So don’t you darkie dare,
with grievance sidearms raised,
try to protest violently
Ain’t it funny how,
with memento frowns,
hypocrites forget so easily
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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