End of the Era

I think I learned to read when I was five,
and ever since I’ve pored and written much.
Romantic as a teenager, alive
to origin and nuance, I am such
a language addict that I comprehend
the character of words more ways than most.
I’ve learned the drive that powers – threatened end
ignites pro-action in a mortal host.

Inspiring art, some work was then produced,
but doubtless there was activism too
that didn’t get an accurate report.
For sure some rage and violence was loosed.
We witness white males acting out. It’s true
that hate precedes their art as last resort.

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