IT is Information Technology
The act of Undo
Removes hesitations
Alters, makes corrections
Makes it easy to erase
Past mistakes
Undo to redo eventualities
Changing facts to fantasy
Is the epicenter of a reality
That is made up to speak
To an outcome prepared previously
In authoritarian speak
This is how narratives spiral
When our eyes see weak
Incompetence forcing a moral
Spectacle meant to create
A feeling of helpless apathy
I see the lenses of anarchy
Have seen for decades now
This creep of acts slowly
Shifting a whitewash of our atrocities
Where faith, purity culture narrow
What it means to be accepted
I live in this world of undo
A practitioner of IT craft
That uses this very tool
Daily to assist my acts
Of survival to remain valued
Where relevance reacts
To contributions made anew
History is my first love
Transacted in reality spewed
To see what others hide above
Where narratives dictate finality
Where lies are truth stored
I despise the lies of propaganda
Seeking realties despite pain
That alters our concept
Of how we have always been seen
We are not the greatest
Our racist past fed The SS machine
It’s reincarnation in our borders
Fed by smug white nationalist hate
Has been gurgling their horrific turf
Recited violently by an attempt to erase
As Witnessed in a Charleston church
Where nine members died a deadly fate
This is our legacy
How this country was built
On the backs of others consecrated
By fictional rights entitled
To believe white Christian dictates
Made them godly with all rights
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2026-01-25 at 19:07
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Undo IT
In true IT specificationsThe act of Undo
Removes hesitations
Alters, makes corrections
Makes it easy to erase
Past mistakes
Undo to redo eventualities
Changing facts to fantasy
Is the epicenter of a reality
That is made up to speak
To an outcome prepared previously
In authoritarian speak
This is how narratives spiral
When our eyes see weak
Incompetence forcing a moral
Spectacle meant to create
A feeling of helpless apathy
I see the lenses of anarchy
Have seen for decades now
This creep of acts slowly
Shifting a whitewash of our atrocities
Where faith, purity culture narrow
What it means to be accepted
I live in this world of undo
A practitioner of IT craft
That uses this very tool
Daily to assist my acts
Of survival to remain valued
Where relevance reacts
To contributions made anew
History is my first love
Transacted in reality spewed
To see what others hide above
Where narratives dictate finality
Where lies are truth stored
I despise the lies of propaganda
Seeking realties despite pain
That alters our concept
Of how we have always been seen
We are not the greatest
Our racist past fed The SS machine
It’s reincarnation in our borders
Fed by smug white nationalist hate
Has been gurgling their horrific turf
Recited violently by an attempt to erase
As Witnessed in a Charleston church
Where nine members died a deadly fate
This is our legacy
How this country was built
On the backs of others consecrated
By fictional rights entitled
To believe white Christian dictates
Made them godly with all rights
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 28 times
Written on 2026-01-25 at 19:07
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