HE SAID,
“DON’T GIVE ME THAT REMORSE SHIT,
OVER 400 YEARS ON A SLAVE SHIP.
AND I AIN’T TALKING ABOUT WHITE FOLKS,
I’M TALKING ABOUT OUR FOLKS!
OUR ANCESTORS SOLD US
FOR MERE MIRRORS AND ALCOHOL
TODAY, WE’RE BEING SOLD
FOR A LOT, LOT MORE.
A HOUSE IN FRANCE,
A BANK ACCOUNT IN SWITZERLAND,
THAT’S THE PRICE OF THE COMMON MAN.”
THE CROWD CHEERED.
HE CONTINUED,
“I PROMISE YOU,
THE NIGHT IS DARKEST JUST BEFORE DAWN.
AND LIKE PUFFY WE CAN’T STOP, WON’T STOP!”
THE CROWD LAUGHED.
HE CONTINUED,
“AND WHEN THEY SEND THEIR EVIL FORCES AGAINST US,
YOU KNOW WHAT WE’RE GOING TO TELL THEM?
TAKE THAT! TAKE THAT! TAKE THAT!”
THE CROWD LAUGHED.
HE CONTINUED,
BARELY A WORD SAID
WHEN THE CROWD SCREAMED
HIS BRAINS SCATTERED ON THE FLOOR
BY THE PIERCING GUNSHOT
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