Deah Caldwell Poetry

There were explosions in your brain

that led us down this trail,

justifying the means for financial gain.

That’s how you go to sleep to yourself.

Dehumanize. Subjugate. Discredit.

You’ve cemented our historical part.

You operate under the guise of human rights,

but you only deal from a fragmented heart.

MYocardium might be a bleeder.

No. I can’t just look the other way.

Your chest cavity is the ultimate deceiver,

because you suffer from cardiovascular decay.

I can see and hear blocked arteries

from all the things you do and say.

Preserving your power structure

is your only driver to be sure,

laced with iniquity and inequity,

because you’re rupt down to your cor.