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Nov 2021
Society is strung together,
Where violins can become violence.
So, if atoms transform at the molecular,
How do environments,
Transform humans into predators?
It’s as if they’ve been injected with a virus,
Constructed by Reaganomics,
Where many be…
Growing up without fathers,
While having a education system, with no reliance.
So, can’t be shocked by the defiance of a brother.
Raised by a single mother, who may be as loving as a giant.
By can’t save him when a police officer,
Shoots him dead for “apparent” non-compliance.
****.
It reminds me,
Of how they be defiling us,
Lines divide, while dead bodies become boundaries.
In the land of the free,
Where they forgot about us.
Except when we take a knee in solidarity.
Even though they may not be Indigenous.
Our lives matter *****!
You just mad because you can no longer **** with us!

In God we trust? (Yeah)
Are sure it’s not the Devil?
North America is built on lust,
And martyrs bones,
Don’t believe get a shovel!

In God we trust? (Yeah)
Are sure it’s not the Devil?
North America is built on lust,
And martyrs bones,
Don’t believe get a shovel!

Can’t believe I live in a society,
Where MMIW issues are treated with silence.
Where private property,
Was originally a luxury for settlers that betrayed us.
Like every other country now in poverty,
Just ask Africa or Mexico,
They’ll tell you it was no buenas.
Our economy is only in prosperity,
Because of actions that were truly heinous.
For minorities.
Because instead of promises,
We were sold lies,
While they were selling lives;
How advantageous.
Instead of promises,
Truth became compromised,
And colour became a crime,
Literally becoming worse than Judas!
Sending children off to slaughter schools,
And parents had no time to say goodbye.
Treating us worse than abused mules.
Watching as they milk these lands dry.
With one question left lingering…
As to Why?

In God we trust? (Yeah)
Are sure it’s not the Devil?
North America is built on lust,
And martyrs bones,
Don’t believe get a shovel!

In God we trust? (Yeah)
Are sure it’s not the Devil?
North America is built on lust,
And martyrs bones,
Don’t believe get a shovel!
Classy J
Written by
Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
(27/M/Medicine Hat)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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