“The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.”
—Frederick Douglass
Vampire Ponzi-schemers pigging out on blood and
Sweat in our tax trough of trillions? Who are these
AI monsters with mythical Midas touches? How many
Lives have their ill-gotten gains cost? How many more?
Who’s the Hitler-loving, morally bankrupt, spiritual
Pauper posing as the world’s richest human? Who’s the
Wild Boer-Afrikaner loading loot into big, bulging
Apartheid carryon bags?
Who’s the stealth — Self-selected, Apartheid-infected —
Un-elected, disconnected, misdirected—Un-vetted
Un-Marie Antoinette-ed …Parasite — playing Freddo’s
Puppet-master? Who’s the grifter treating lives like emojis?
Which white supremacist devil — Afrikaner — reengineered
Hell with assembly lines? Dropped apartheid into Alameda
County? How many bleeding ulcers did each billion cost us?
How many heart attacks? Strokes? How much self-medication?
How many Tequila shots? How many black eyes? How many busted lips?
Broken jaws? Restraining orders? Divorces? Broken homes and ugly
Custody battles? How many foreclosures? How many tattered tarps,
Torn tents and cardboard mattresses did each of his billions cost us?
By the way, MrMu***ukkka: “What did YOU do last week —”
Besides put on pants — one leg at a time — and prance like a
Peacock polluting our planet with the sulfur stench of greed?
“What did YOU do last week —” justifying space on this Earth?
“What did YOU do last week —” in masturbatory bully mode —
Besides stuff sneering champagne-caviar-hole? Besides defecate
Firings on federal workers’ heads? Besides flood zones with nazi dreck?
Besides metastasize cancer of cruelty in MAGAt minds? Besides breed greed?
“What did YOU do last week —” except peer up at the stars — And
Not be humbled? Except piss off hand-to-mouth, unhealed, unhoused
Everyday people? Except father your own gravediggers; and teach Marx
Better than a thousand Harvard, Yale and Princeton professors combined?
“What did YOU do last week —” Except confirm we can no longer Afford
You; And your dim, sunless vision and want you gone? Want you gathering
Your Boys From Brazil/Hitlerite-hackers; Want you boarding your boy toy
And blasting off! (Note: Sun Ra don’t want you on Saturn; And Martians don’t play)
© 2025. Raymond Nat Turner, The Town Crier. All Rights Reserved.
Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR’s Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC.
Awesome poem
Heard it today on KPFA
Promptly sharing (attributing) with friends and family now
Strength!