I will séance America into a love
Even the Supremes will be afraid of.
Court me, angle and anchor me to rights,
Not to right. The right is afraid of supreme
Rights. Dreams have fangs. Have teeth.
The court silences the hissing of riders,
And marchers for rights, gagging
The actions of the X-King, hexing color to a supreme
Nothing. Stop in the name of love we are supremely
Hurt in the land of supremacy
With hooded rage snuffing rights,
With hoods simmering into gloom.
America, let me séance you into a love
Supreme so right that rights are
Sealed by the supreme of courts. Let me court you
Into a real American love, a supreme riff of
Baby love, ‘til injustice do us part.