Poetry by Reekelitsoe Rapoeea

Bojack wise men,

Bojack white men,

Bojack white men brought their Gospel.

Bojack horse men of our apocalypse.

The Golden rule, whoever has the gold makes the rules.

An old move, gold-dig only to give an oppressor to rule.

A bold move, gold-dig to inspire both to move.

A Bold Move, Gold-Dig

To Inspire Both To Rule.

Old oppressor, new system.

Iron fist in a velvet glove. Oppress us, smart system.

The police lack love.

Hatred for old bequeathed to new,

watch them make up for what they didn’t do.

Black friends, black receipts, see?

They’re not racist.

Now hatred is justified.

The Oppressed can’t be racist.

But the oppressed love or hate not because it’s right.

The oppressed Love or Hate because it’s White.

We love or hate because it’s white.

Kodak Black Neck.

Kodak Black Jack

Heavy is the head that is the black man’s.

Emptied of culture, filled with hatred.

Heavy is the head that is the black man’s.

In war, the ones left decide what’s right.

We’re all left, our shades color out black and white.

Which is the longer wingspan, left or right?

Political mess; deciding what’s wrong or right.

In war, the ones left decide what’s right.

Had Hitler won, history would say the losers are the bad guys.

In war, the ones left decide what’s right.

We’re all left, The world Is not that black And white

Bio
Reekelitsoe Rapoeea is a poetry, novel enthusiast, and 20-something entrepreneur and author. Reekelitsoe loves spending my time studying relationship dynamics between different people and their different cultures.