A stranger enters the room...

Hello everyone!

My name is Zach and I may be posting things every so often, a lot creative writing and poetry but I'm sure the occasional rant. thanks for having me. I'll start this with a Poem I recently created for a program I'm currently finishing up, the Oregon Writing Project.

Freedom of Speech

Jews control the banks

Black Lives Matter are thugs and criminals

The only good Muslim is a dead Muslim

At what point does speech become action?

We have these things

We call them the Bill of Rights, and they’re alright

I mean they work

Kinda

Our skin is white and they work pretty well

My brown and black friends… maybe not so much

For many in the later half of the 20th century these rights started to look real good

Supreme Court action

Civil legislation that hopefully gave teeth to these stately promises

But even now they’re more bark than bite

So when you prop up hate speech and run to the First

excuse my chuckle

my eye rolling

It shouldn’t be funny that your march to thwart “white genocide” come with police escort

and a free bus ride

When black activists demand radical change they get a different kind of escort.

Go radical enough

push against a broken system

They might become the victim of state assassination

or spend their later years in Cuba

People make counter claims to your rhetoric, “Well you can’t yell fire in a theater!”

You also can’t yell, “I can’t breathe” when you're being choked.

Where was Eric Garner’s freedom of speech?

Dylann Roof got to speak though

and type

and then shoot

Hell he got freedom of Burger King

At what point are words weapons?

I hear a lot of armchair patriots say, “freedom isn’t free”

You’re so right but in all the wrong ways

I heard a young woman was recently held accountable for a suicide

texting her boyfriend to kill himself…

I’m still waiting on that court order against the FBI

for that letter they sent to Dr. King.