A Proclamation

This is a proclamation
Of the notation
Of why sin comes from a religious nation
Whether in procreation
Or imagination
There is always legislation
Against one’s true destination
Though in Independence’s Declaration
All men bear an equal station
But here we face, segregation
Or simply put, racial separation
Deciding value based on pigmentation
It’s a collaboration
Of people’s manifestation
Of a single man’s self-preservation
It’s a hypocritical deviation
Of someone’s skill in adaptation
To a single connotation
Of a man possessing an apocalyptic divination
So enough procrastination
Taking your time with my own fascination
With the end of my dissertation
I make one last notification
Rhyming with the suffix –ation
In its sheer complication
And contemplation
Is like breathing during suffocation