Sonnet No. 47 (Nick Perere - Baton Rouge, LA)

We live in effortless echo chambers

Plagued by the Algorithm Almighty

Vacant and void of our pious prayers

The Pendulum of Hate is swinging free.

And it’s tipped by the clouded Clementine

Right in front of our alert open eyes.

I wish we could push past this wretched time

While they’re ignoring the Unwanteds’ cries.

Let’s wear the disguise of racist rich men.

Walk amongst them like we are fucking free.

While they’re not scared of our pigmented skin,

Let’s gossip gaily and spill the spoiled tea.

Just or unjust, we’re dealt a cruel fate.

Write freely now, for it may be too late.