Obama and the black man's burden

Let the trenches fill with gore
let the ravines flood with blood
When its allovere, the orgy
The frenzied last dance
There'll be nobody but people of the mud
Screaming and killing and jeering
And living for empty pleasures
Running to the end of the world
Conquering advanced civilizations
Just to plunder their treasures Spend it on empty pleasures
Leave nothing behind but smoldering ashes
Their legacy shattered to shingles, measure to measure
Dance the dance of the doomed
Singing anthems of the shadows that bloom
Where sflowers should be
And now all we are here
Are black holes
And souls thatlive for spending sprees
II
He stumbled pushed down the hill, man what a fall. Had to break a lot of bones. It wasn't graceful. It was brittle and stiff. He didn't know how to roll either. I didn't even want to see how he looked when he hit the bottom of that steep cliff. He'd be busted up pretty good, I figured. Had it coming though. Running off at the mouth all the time. They took him up there in a car and they beat him up a while and then they flung him over the really steep part of the precipice. I didn't think he'd die, but you couldn't be sure and anyone who does that to someone else doesn't really care if they die. They want to get the message across and if the person dies, they already know that was a possibility and they may even have wanted it secretrely to happen when they pushed him over. They could have jus beat the shit out of him. Why throw his ass over a goddamn 200 foot cliff. I mean he'd have gotten the message with a good beat down. The more I think of it, the more wreckless the whole act seemed. I mean they didn't care if he lived and I had the distinct feeling they'd gotten some kind of euphoria in them, some sense he was so worthless, and some sense of their own power AND impunity here, they had decided to bring something out, but they didn't make it concious to themselves, they were intoxicated by the way the possibilities suffused their brains like airplane glue vapors in a bag mangling up everything in front of them and taking their judgemrnt. Freedom baby. Motherfucker nigger, why not White Supremacy, the only supremacy is the moment you push him and you can't take it back and you get that warm feeling oozing through you , yes, I've realized it, I've killed him, there's no way to save him, watching him there's no way he can live. They hadn't been right since the election. It had affected them somehow. The worlddidn't seem feel right to them no more and in the past life had always felt like they were always the lynch mob and the way black people looked at them they were always cowed, always the lynch victims.Now these white guys saw they lok at the black guys and they saw pride staring out of their eyes. Wouldn't move off the sidewalk when they passed them in the town. Were starting to not know their place, get out of line. Something had to be done to restore the status quo. But as they watched the guy roll down the hill, it just didn't make themfeel strong like it used to when they beat down a nigger. They felt like they were really rolling over that hill. They felt like they were at the bottom of a big hole looking up and the only way out of it was the one thing they couldn't do. A beatdown of a nigger wouldn't get themout of it, and they didn't have nothing else. They couldn't learn, they weren't articulate, they weren't musical, artistic. They really didn't like to work and they held the jobs that took the least amoubt of skill because they had never tried to learn. They always compared themselves to niggrs and if they were higher, they didn't see no reason to try and advance. To where? They were innately lazy in the genes. 400 years of laziness, you don't just suddenly turn into a world burner when that's your heritage. Now all they are is the ones at the bottom. Doing shit that don't take no skills and motivation and on top of that they can't penetrate 400 yeARS OF COMPLACENCY.. keeping them from even trying. All they were were brutes. They watched him rol down the hill, they were scared. They might end up worse than rolling down a hill. They might be put in a garbage bag where people who are good for nothng end up. For the first time they knew the difference between chauvinism and pride and felt sick inside knowing it.