At first glance I saw shoes hanging from street wires. I saw family members slain in broad daylight. Awaking in the night we heard rappers pouring their hearts out about street dreams of mansions and escaping the ghettos only to face more eye opening trials. Death parties with innocent little boys being stomped to death as their songs played death hooks over and over again. Half naked girls being bred at frat parties. Mind bending church boys being brought to their knees horny and forced to marry and preach about being saved from the ghetto by Jesus himself. There are no heroes only deception and death told by victors who survived. Gay men being beaten to death in the wee hours of the night while roaming the ghetto streets in women clothes. Grown alpha males begging for their freedom at the hands of justice. Men who sold drugs and took the souls of innocent families only to be brought to their knees inside of a jail cell as another beast takes their manhood. No one is innocent in this story and we’ve all faced threats of genocidal trauma. The screams of blacks running through American streets dumb and stripped naked for over four hundred years with little to no education. Many with street dreams sold to each generation, bred into division. White and black wars being waged daily many believing in things that they don’t understand and suffering. These are the memories of soldiers sent into the carnage called the World Wars. As liberals oil the steel spines of conservatives the party to remember goes on and on with many trying to play the hero. Journalist being chopped into pieces with hidden visions of seeing their people dancing in circles while joining hands. They too see no justice. Rich men basking in their fortune having sex parties as the small minded engage in conversation about conspiracy theories. Gold dripping from the ceilings of biblical bloodlines. How do we awake in a room filled with dealers playing the game of life. The truth is that we hide in a dark room fantasizing about the praises of our people. Lost and lonely in a brainwashed world roaming in the wee hours of the night we find memories of family members lost in the game of life. These memories are our only hope. These memories in a cruel brutal world are really all that any of us have left. Sitting at a dinner table at a party filled with people standing on the edge of life I too finally get it. They see the world as it is. They see it as a mess, filled with death, destruction, and chaos so they party. Live it up, “Party like everyday is your last.” They fill the room with soul snatchers with no religion. Engaging in awakened rituals of lonely freed slaves who blast off into a fit of drinking, drugs and sex, numb to the reality of life. Each choice made by victims dying inside slowly, sold a dream of a life filled with power and fame. This is a different level of thinking, it’s like a perfect soldier casted as a hero for sniping skills only to return home searching for a purpose. Combing through the pages of illegal refugees searching for a place to call home. The memories are so vivid. Roaming through hot sandy deserts dreaming of returning home only to find your wife in bed with another man. A world filled with wars, death, and destruction, one must train the mind to think positive. The memories that we share with family and friends, in the end are the only things that can really save us. The party filled with drunk naked people running through a mansion filming passionate sex scenes with adults on the edge of life yearning for innocence blood leaves us all with a bill that even justice can’t pay for. A party so wild that it will make you sick to your stomach.
A Memorial Day Party to Remember.
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