How beautiful is she?
Land of the whites, land of the free
Our ancestors built this country off of the strength of their backs
And for nothing, we get ridiculed and attacked
Wounded by society, weeping justice and singing our plight
Blasting ravenous fists in the air with all of our might
Raging voices at the top of our lungs saying "Fight!!!"
But for what? Black lives don't matter here
In AmeriKKKa, they splatter here
White man's reign of terror, got us living in constant fear
Blood splatter everywhere, they got blood on their hands
Unarmed black man riddled with bullets while complying to commands
But AmeriKKKa is great right?
She was never great
This is the land of injustice and the land of hate
© Imani Tsunami
Killed by the devil
Death sentence or a couple of years?
Killed a brother
But it's debatable
If our brother got a death sentence and 8 shots in the back
It's only right if you get a death sentence
Can the government protect our brothers and our sisters?
AmeriKKKa government can not protect us because it was not made for us
But we can change that
We have to keep on fighting
We have to keep on protesting
We have to keep on studying
We have to get in the office
We have to get these law degrees
We have to become governors
We have to win
Because we've been losing
We've gotten so far
But not that far
I wrote this poem April 8, I was waiting to decide if I was going to pose it but this is the right time. I'm praying for Baltimore tonight
We lived through song.
Church hymns, jazz, and folk music.
We jirated, danced, and moved to any beat we could.
Because when we moved, our minds were at peace.
We didn't think.
Didn't think of our children being murdered.
White America will tell us that period of history is over.
But I know it to be untrue.
Because I still see our children being murdered.
Killed in cold blood.
Left to bleed out in the streets.
Only this time,
people aren't gathering in groups.
They're not rioting against us.
Happening all over the globe,
cops are turning into murderers.
A boy who stole a cigarillo,
shot dead point blank in the head.
A man with an open carry permit,
shot in the chest with his baby in the back seat.
A woman going to jail for a broken headlight,
hung by jail guards.
I don't recognize my country anymore.
i just needed to get some feelings out tbh
You're in AMERIKKKA !
( a vile ****** place )
Totally trapped in mind control
And the Satanic Rituals
Written on your tender open eyes
Then it fades
Reality turns into
She wakes up naked on a stranger's floor
Years and fears and violence
Pain and death and Lonliness
You are in AMERIKKKA !
Best oh best try to escape
You are in AMERIKKKA
best oh best try to escape
To have your legs blown off
To blow off somebody's legs!!
Tea party **** suckers!!!!!!!
Every **** fool here
Playing **** of the hill!!!!!!
Strut dickng around!!!!
So here we are!!!!!!!!!
Blowing off each others legs!!!!!!!!!
What do you want to be
When you grow up??
IT DONT MATTER WHAT I WANT!!
THERE IS ONLY ONE THING TO BE!!
A **** HEAD !
THESE ARE THE ONLY--JOBS--IN TOWN!!!
BLOWING LEGS OFF!!
THE ONLY JOB IN TOWN!!
You can always fly drone airplanes over schools and cluster bomb them
While saying you are aiming at terrorists
And know you are doing it for god and country !!
You can join the NRA and ......
Play that game
Any **** HEAD game in town
Land of the free
Land of the whites
Hell for the blacks
Equality non existent
KKK running land
Blacks running dead
Blood splatters everywhere
KKK never stops
Blacks broken with grief
Whites uplifted with grief
we left amerikkka
we might also ask
but we are gone
and now it shall be
and nothin more
COME WITH ME
COME WITH ME
ahead of the police
the phoney patriots
we left because
IT WOULD BE A BLOODBATH
we left amerikkka
we stayed in america
((( • ))
the ole freight train
( dreams )
Thru the slum town streets of AMERIKKKA
Looking for a girl with money
So I can be - hip - without having to be
( I'm sure you know what I mean )
We know who the gods are
In this NEW MYTHOLOGY !
( don't we ?)
And how subtly we play the game
If THEY want WWIII
They got it !
We say ------------
We just here gettin laid
Callin it love
Lyin thru our teeth !
The ole freight train dreams lie broken
on some side street in some
Slum town of AMERIKKKA
We play with the glass lying there
We cut ourselves and watch ourselves bleed
WOW ! AINT THAT COOL -- we say
We run laughing thru the poverty till we fall down dead
I guess I didn't find a rich girl
Just you instead
We realize too late just how stupid we become
But for sure it's way too late
yeah, i think i am
drunk drunk drunk
and signing myself up for
selective service so i
will be able to access my financial
aid and not have to cough up
almost $2,000 for one term
that me and my bank account
just really do not have, ya know?
and that little dropdown menu
well it doesn’t offer the option of:
“i am being forced to sign up for this
so i can afford college”
because i guess that sounds less
appealing than my being recruited
during lunch while i watched my fellow
(cis) male students dislocate their shoulders
doing pull ups so the older boys in uniform
would be proud of them and
maybe even give them a
nice little lanyard
because after over $100 to get
the right name and gender marker
on my id and $60 to get a new
i’m male enough for the government
to want to make into cannon fodder
but i’m still not male enough to
use the men’s room without the
threat of being verbally harassed
or physically assaulted
and that just makes me so angry
because here’s “bone-spurs donnie”
a known draft dodger of
at least 5 times who had the money
to pay off any doctor he wanted
trying his hardest to ban trans
people from enlisting
to fight in a war backed by a country
that wants them dead
yet that little M on my id
that i paid so much for
makes me eligible to be blown
to bits or come back to
a country that doesn’t want me anymore
with my brains scrambled from
shell shock and ptsd
because this country is willing
to pretty much force-feed young men
into the bottomless belly of the
always stoking the fires of the
military industrial complex with
money and unscarred flesh
and so much lies
and so much fear mongering
and i am just so tired
of having to fill in that
little bubble with my ballpoint
pen and a click of the mouse
pledging what could easily be the
rest of my life to being
riddled with bullets
miles away from home
just so i can grab that
that perpetual carrot being dangled
in front of my oh so
transgender and queer nose
so i can afford an education
and not become another statistic
another person that the
united states of amerikkka
We laugh at the pain all around
Shadows move but if we don't look up ............(?)
If we keep our eyes firmly fixed in the gutter ...:...(?)
Maybe we won't see the eyes of mister death.........(?)
Shall I write a poem about an imaginary lover ?
Should I tell you of my imaginary suffering when I imagined that she left me & broke my imaginary heart?
Then you can imagine that you are sensitive
You can imagine that you feel my pain
You can turn me on to your imaginary god
The PIG FARM OF AMERIKKKA
Enslaves us completely
The pain it produces is not imaginary
Nor is the love needed to overcome
If you'd be honest I would meet you anywhere
*** ( )))
( bent outta shape )
would having *** with a SHEEPLE
make you guilty
of the sin of
Since most of us don't stand up
TYRANNICAL , CHILD KILLING AMERIKKKA
We are SHEEPLE !
and if having *** with
is it any wonder that our
Aren't blessed by god ?
from out the SCREAM
putting their clothes back on
from out of the BRAINWASHING
putting their sexuality
back into proper place
from out of AMERIKKKA
from out of the SCREAM
the fight is
BEYOND THE BARRICADES
HEART TO HEART
come out of the SCREAM
with your clothes back on
out of ther BRAIN WASHING
with your sexuality in place
so i can see you
— The End —