My Dear Children Poem by Mustafa Marconi

My Dear Children



Dear slaves;
I leave you this letter
As a token of my gratitude
In sincere and heartfelt appreciation
To your remarkable ability
... To assimilate so earnestly
How you have taken up my causes
And vigorously adopted my philosophies
Ensuring the continuation of our dominance
And the deterioration of your race
In death I will surely miss
Your loyalty and dedication
The way you continue to believe in justice
As we continue to incarcerate your young men
In disproportional numbers
And continue to create avenues
To ensure that this strategy will unquestionably persevere
How since the birth of this nation
Like Crispus Attucks, you are so willing
To sacrifice your life for our principals
Despite the fact that historically the vast majority of you
Have never enjoyed the fruits of freedom, justice, and equality
How you continue to surrender your young
Onto our onslaught of propaganda
And how you reinforce our rhetoric
Until the lies become your truths
Until the stereotypes flow from your lips
Without hesitation and with a firm and unwavering conviction
My dear children
How it makes my heart overflow with laughter
As I see you don your finest garbs
Parading so devotedly into your houses of worship
Paying homage to the God forced upon your ancestors
The God of your slave-masters
Proudly claiming your allegiance to his commandments
As you sell your souls scampering after the American dream
How you manage to produce no goods and services
Outside of our Penal institutions
Content in your abilities to consume
To turn over all of your resources
Purchasing trinkets and toys
To keep you amused
How you allow us to manipulate
Control, and influence you
The way you talk
The way you walk
The way you dress
The way you process each and every thought
And the way you distinguish right from wrong
Dear slaves
With my passing I leave you
A lifetime supply of pain and suffering
I know that my predecessors will continue on with my vision
Ensuring your servitude for generations to come
I know that you will find this letter offensive
Because you are under the illusion that you are free
But despite your displeasure
I also know that you will show up at my interment
Desperate for the opportunity to see me one final time
As my biological children divide the spoils
And rush to rid themselves of any memories of me
Your tears will flow like the rivers
Your cries will reverberate like thunder
You will mourn me, and revere me
And you will pray to my god
For my forgiveness
And I will not forget you
In my journey to heaven
I will diligently lobby and impress upon my God
To continue to forsake you

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Mustafa Marconi

Mustafa Marconi

New York, New York
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