Racism no longer spends her time
Washing the blood-soaked spots
From her maudlin dress.
She no longer wears her Puritan
Bonnet of pride out in public.
She has had to reinvent herself
In order to survive in this
Politically correct world;
Where with one touch of the
Remote control, all eyes are watching.

Now, when in public, she is an
Advertisement for the latest dental
Bleaching breakthroughs; her smile
Reveals perfectly even white teeth.
One would never suspect the cannibalistic
Orgy that takes place at her supper table.
There, she feasts upon the flesh of men, 
Remarking on their relative inferiority based
Upon the taste that their DNA  provides to
Her seasoned tastebuds and palate.

Racism has changed her vocal patterns
And speech.  She no longer speaks the 
Language that reveals the continued
Narrowness of her focus.  She no longer
Prattles on about her “God-given” right
To destroy the lives of others in order 
To fill her never satisfied coffers.
Because… all ears are listening.

When the doors are closed, and she is
Alone, she lets down her tangled hair,
Damp from midnight meetings with
Marsh monsters.  We never get to see
Her skeleton body; skinless and soulless.
Alone, she sits in all of her splendor,
As the ruling skeleton of death.

She tells her grandchildren to continue 
In her legacy of pride and arrogance.
Her grandchildren have learned her
Tactics well; they can spew out racial
Slurs as well as their grandma, and will
Do so, at the slightest hint that they 
May not be superior, after all.

Every now and again, her zealous followers
Will be seen presiding over the 
Beatings (and even a decapitation) of the random
Victims of her long-lingering ire.
Yet, she still attends church.  She attends one of
Those churches that are less concerned with
The conditions of a man’s soul,  but are 
More concerned with the weight of the offering
Plate as it is passed around.  Her purse is full of
The money from the exploitation of others.

In order to maintain the appearance of her
Latest reinvented self, she will measure from 
Her treasury some funds back to the less
Fortunate, of their own money.  Money 
Stolen from the systematic exploitation and
Rape of others based on the propagation of lies.
She remains prideful and powerful.  She controls
Boardrooms and financial institutions without 
Having to put in the usual public appearances.

She throws her head back and lets go of a 
Full-bellied laugh when words like “quotas” and
“Restitution” are bandied about.  She has no
Intention of ever giving up her lavish lifestyle.
Yes, she has made for herself an opulent lifestyle,
From the bones of dead men.  She never apologizes 
For the hideousness of her old appearance.
She successfully redirects all watching eyes
To her newer look. Deluded, and intoxicated
With the power from ill-gotten gain, 
She believes that the whole world
Who watches is deceived… still.