A Continuation of Jarvis' Speech from "Cry, My Beloved Country"

It is time to end the selfishness that continues to undermine our systems, causing the people to work against the people. We uphold selfless giving, but we have rarely if ever shaken the hand of a coloured or a native. We uphold orderly rule and opportunity for all, but we continue segregation if not for our own comfort, then for the sake of tradition. We uphold supporting those under us, but only as long as they stay under us. And we are henceforth pressured, in order that we may maintain our benevolent image, to project a depiction of compassion, publicly donating funds to the church, to be devoted to the Lord God, who made our merely human and noble gestures possible, and to say that because He created all of His children, He placed the riches in the wealthy’s hand as equally as the pennies in the poor’s. We sometimes venture far enough down the lane where we do not help the meek or the cripple or the lame, for if God positioned them in that state, that is where they are to stay, and who are we to claim otherwise? As our heads float in a cloud of conceited altruism, we assume that every crumb we fling towards the poor is blessed by God, every crumb we grudgingly cast down brings God’s mercy upon us, every crumb that we provide to a less fortunate person secures another gem on our heavenly crown. We say the ghettos in our country are born from lack of money and productivity in the community because the people will not care to profit from such renovations; we say the ghettos in our states do not have appropriate education because the young do not care to learn and the old do not care to teach; we say the ghettos in our valleys fester prostitution and bootlegging, but we do not offer applicable jobs that can issue an alternative. To end the violence, to end the brutality, to end the poverty, those in power must extend their hand to those without power, not with the narcissism of the Pharisee lifting his head to heaven, blaring out his prayer to God, but in the simple and selfless manner of the publican who braved his head, recognizing his limitations in the presence of God. It is time. 

Black Man Getting Hosed While Standing in Line to Vote

It's hot out. Even though it's early november. I guess someone forgot to tell the sun that times a changin'! Maybe he got tired of seeing the X and the King struggle to be the African X-Kings they once were. Maybe he wanted to see a nigga admit to this unhumanistic society that he really did crave a slice of Uncle Sam's apple pie. To participate in an election by casting a ballot that whispers 'this is my new homeland'.

Maybe not so new. It is the same moon and sun..
                              Where is that water coming from?
It never rained in Africa.

A Love Triangle Between a Projector, Light, and a Computer

Hey baby,
it's me again.
I know it's been a while since the last time I was inside you, and without me you're broken- projecting the shadows of your inner machinery on walls so dark and silent that they have no echo.
But baby,
If I never broke you, you would never know what a good fix I could be- pressing your buttons and pulling your cords just enough to make me see whatever I want to see..
And you'll never get an apology.
See, while it's been a while for me and you, it's been every millisecond for her and me, rerouting her connection and updating her data, words too big for you to understand.
I mean, she even shaped up and got rid of her floppy disks; she's not tied down because she has wifi that flies so high that her particles and my photons mix.. in the air that your images are made from.

I came to take you back,
but I forgot you only slow me down because your wiring won't allow you to go at my speed.