Written by C Hues
December 4, 2022
The clowns convene and the die is cast Supremacy survives on the lie of caste The system of slavery you said was a choice Yet slave owners raped us and snuffed out our voice Jolly Saint Nick has a present for us Some dirt and a return to back of the bus But this genius should order a DNA Test And meet his black cousins from the east to the west 45 really thought he could say who we are Cause this construct he’s sold has taken him far But he’s just a fool—with less and less on his team Hurrah the three stooges—the losers Supreme