Racial hatred across continents and generations can have sinister, cruel and inhuman consequences when coupled with money, power and lack of conscience.
(“Below the Bread Line,No. 4”, photo by Ernest Cole, taken in 1960, during South African Apartheid).
“Make Apartheid Great Again,”
Musk murmured in Trump’s ear;
Our mass murder of Blacks backfired—
So, let’s try it again, right here.”
Musk pointed to a map,
Circling nations, primarily Black;
“Let’s starve them; kill them by disease.
Our rich, white friends will be so pleased.”
“I like the sound of that,” burped Trump,
Who’d locked “those” people out of his dumps.
“Ignoring the law’s so effective, a low blow,
It’s a lesson Roy Cohn taught me long ago.”
“Make Apartheid Great Again,”
Musk belted out his song,
From Africa to Mississippi,
No one will ever think anything’s wrong.
Trump beamed, Musk preened—
Mushy white gut bulging out;
“We’ll keep those Darkies on the run,
They’ll have no breath left to shout.”
Musk raised his arm in sharp salute,
Sure to arouse a furor;
“We are the masters, the very best,
There are no others purer!”
As if on cue, a balding flunker
Arose from out his psychotic bunker;
“No Citizenship! That’s the killer,”
Ranted the soulless, eyeless Stephen Miller.
“Apartheid lovers gave their lives,
Crushed by Amendment 14;
Let’s just declare it null and void,
Since we have superior genes.”
“Just wipe them out,” Elon shrieked,
“We almost did in Capetown!”
“I tried it with the Central Park 5,” said Trump,
‘Til facts and science beat me down.”
“ Let’s Make Apartheid Great Again!”
The crapulent White Men bleated,
“And once we’ve wiped away that stain,
The Palestinians can be excreted.”
Then Musk gave Trump
A belly bump; And,
Pulling his pants below his naval,
He swaggered across the Oval room,
Carving a Swastika into the Resolute table.