No good
in wickedness,
in disparity and depravity,
in mischief, in devilry,
no good in woes, in distress, in despair.
No good in taciturnity.
No good in pain,
in being martyrized for your glow,
in excruciating pains in the neck
that feels like a thousand boulders,
no good in wrongdoings,
in manslaughter,
in wrong killings of innocent negros
by inhumane, despicable caucasians
being justified laudably
on and on by degrees
of their catastrophic actions.
No good in loathsomeness,
no good in peace.
No good in obscenity,
unjust, unfair molestations
by good-for-nothing fellows,
blamable, guilty and vile.
No good
in virginal massacres
switching women
into stinging, ferocious feminists
seeing no deluxe
in courteous gentlemen.
Their voices wisp up to-day
like a thousand demons
screaming at night;
no good in battery,
no good in hurts and inequalities.
No good in damnation,
in the social vices
that doom the human condition.
No good in benignity
or in being good
cause you'll die after all
leaving legacies that
zap away quickly,
forgotten, over and done.
No good in uprightness, tranquil,
in placidity or being better, still.
No good in unborn menace, rules,
no good in the feds, in authority.
No good
in iniquity,
in poisoning and horror,
in crime and dishonour,
no good in banes, in racism, in rapism,
no good in silence.
©Jọba
#sad
#hurt
#unhappy
#rape
#cryingalone
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