Raging Fury of the Mob

It begins with a sober, melancholy air

the grief that brings them together

tinged with a plaintive aura of

recrimination for another man of

colour's life has been extinguished

each time an agony of doubt and

fear from a once-exploited and

enslaved people brought far from

their origins to serve the whims and

purposes of those who owned their

bodies and their futures while their

souls ached for freedom. How time

transforms the victims so long absent

agency -- those who survive their

dehumanization with creative intelligence

and those who linger as infantalized

victims living and reliving the aching

resentment of their ancestors and

their own lack of volition to advance

their humanity, revelling instead in 

accusations and living victimhood.

Group sorrow festers, winnowing out

the authentic mourners from the raging

thugs for whom violence is the release

from life's onerous burden of victimhood

as they thrash about in their wretched

sociopathic frenzy of vengeance. A man

is dead and there must be a sacrifice 

to appease the madness which grows

and spreads in a growing pool of hatred

dredged up from the subconscious

of a dark heritage. Release will only be

realized by other deaths not of their own

ilk but sufficient to mop up the carnage

of shattered inheritance of the victims

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