We march to your desk as a family.
We carry folders
Filled with papers you thought you shredded.
But you can’t burn the records
That we keep in our minds.
We will present the evidence to you.
We are angry people.
You scoffs toads from your throat
Flip your tiny hands in the air
Your polished little shoes click dirt on the tabletop.
You cement a smile on your jaundiced face,
You avoid our eyes,
But we will make you stare at us.
We are angry people.
Our presence contaminates your expensive air
With the stench of our rotting bodies.
Our untreated disease and open wounds
Que you to shield your nose from us.
You can choose to either suffocate,
Or breathe us in.
We are angry people.
The steam from our cheeks makes your office sweaty.
The wallpaper starts peeling,
********** the ugly wall behind.
The gold ornaments begin to melt,
A quality of plastic.
We break what isn't already on fire.
We are angry people.
The longer we stand around you,
The more inevitable justice becomes.
You can't hire someone to turn our heads.
No orchestra can drown out the sound
Of an army
Screaming their grievances.
We are angry people.
We are the ones you lied to.
We are the ones you cheated.
We are the ones you starved.
We are the ones you abused.
We are the ones you *****
We are the ones you murdered.
We are the ones that will pour you out of your leather chair.
We, are an angry people.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 3:54 PM UTC
We march to your desk as a family.
We carry folders
Filled with papers you thought you shredded.
But you can’t burn the records
That we keep in our minds.
We will present the evidence to you.
We are angry people.
You scoffs toads from your throat
Flip your tiny hands in the air
Your polished little shoes click dirt on the tabletop.
You cement a smile on your jaundiced face,
You avoid our eyes,
But we will make you stare at us.
We are angry people.
Our presence contaminates your expensive air
With the stench of our rotting bodies.
Our untreated disease and open wounds
Que you to shield your nose from us.
You can choose to either suffocate,
Or breathe us in.
We are angry people.
The steam from our cheeks makes your office sweaty.
The wallpaper starts peeling,
********** the ugly wall behind.
The gold ornaments begin to melt,
A quality of plastic.
We break what isn't already on fire.
We are angry people.
The longer we stand around you,
The more inevitable justice becomes.
You can't hire someone to turn our heads.
No orchestra can drown out the sound
Of an army
Screaming their grievances.
We are angry people.
We are the ones you lied to.
We are the ones you cheated.
We are the ones you starved.
We are the ones you abused.
We are the ones you *****
We are the ones you murdered.
We are the ones that will pour you out of your leather chair.
We, are an angry people.