It gets me pissed

In light of these poems from Beth and from Brad, here's my new offing that's been brewing for a while;

It gets me pissed

It gets me pissed
That Christians act like Pharisees; judgmental and self-righteous
Feigning reality and waxing poetic
Yet always cautious
That the charade will unravel, it’s pathetic
His grace is real you hear?
When your fake reel stops spinning
His angels will still surround you in front and the rear
No need to run from yourself,
He’ll carry all the burdens you can’t bear

It gets me pissed
That black people scream about racism and prejudice
While we look at the world through the same lens
Even worse, we treat ourselves like black ain’t the thing to be
Pointing out darker skin and toma ‘bout nappy hair
While our kin suffer and die in the penitentiary, urban slums and the motherland,
We don’t care
C’mon, get hip with this tip, let me give you a hand;
“The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice” and
“The darker the skin, the deeper the roots”

It gets me pissed
That my father died before I became a father
Just like his father before him
And now, there’s none other
To show me how to be a man and all the things I’m supposed to do
But I just said I do

It gets me pissed
That we can’t get over our leader
Even though he’s taking the country to the feeder
It gets me pissed that
We don’t even know what rights are ours
So with their reign calamity pours;
Two hundred thousand homeless, families helpless, little kids loveless
All this because someone thinks we’re less?
And yet we still don’t stand up
We wince but remain tearless,
And there’s still no hint that none of us fearless

It gets me pissed
That I can’t do a thing but sit here and wish,
That my words will change things with a swish
But I have no magic wand
So like the psalmist I must say,
“My life is in your hand.”