Standing up, I wipe my brow after throwing the last dirt on the grave
It should have been done long ago, but
At last, it is done
The best part is, no one knows the grave is here
Should someone find it, surely they’ll have no idea who buried it here
They’ll probably be thankful that someone did it
Going to my car I laugh with glee
The world will now be free
I go to the busiest street and park needing to feel this new world
Out of my car and smack dab in the middle of it
Smack dab in the middle of the same chaos I just buried
How could this be!
It was supposed to end!
It’s still the same!
Countless brown skinned men and women on the ground
Their cries fill the air until I cover my ears
I yell as loud as I can, “I BURIED YOU!”
America yelled back, “YOU CAN’T BURY WHATS BEEN PLANTED IN THE MINDS HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO!”
Sitting on the ground I watch it all continue to play out
So what America is telling me is that even though I tried the bury racism it’s too late because it’s already been done.
The seeds were planted deeply so long ago in the minds and it’s roots are now stronger and it’s branches are even longer
Reaching the minds of the unsuspecting and innocent until it creates the intended divide
The realization hits me so powerfully that I grab my head and shout to all that can hear, “WHEN DOES IT END?”