How can one soul treat another unequally?
—That which can't be perceived by the senses is free of judgement.
Sound in to your silenceful Nature,
Echoes of an uninfluenced instinct shall reverberate:
That all of us are consciously different,
That all are in a relationship with a predesigned ecosystem,
That all are the functioning cells of one body,
One organism—The Earth,
And in that all of us are one!
So, how does one treat oneself unequally?

Barrels of oil painted smooth in acryllic
fill up the cracks with a feeling
spit out the money to feed the machine

Fair if it's toiling kids
draped along spoiled villians
immersed to serve the version of a billionaire's dream

eat the rich

Try me after I've been taught
I could've bought my chain

I would've lost my name

I should've dropped my shame facade
to play the game

We grew the youthful breath of heaven from the clay beneath our bones
imbued and innervated

aided you and drew the oath to play within the zone

circle reverie treasury burdens
bury the feathery,
herding squarely to fame - put on a show

eat the rich
dare me

you and yours invaded
bated breath had sung belated effort, whistle "death has reared it's head
at our expense so grab a sword.
We can war this **** straight out of this ole ditch
and fix whatever ***** gone wrong with it
with grit and sense

and build a fence"

Forget the soil your roots are grown in,
if you want to.

bask in shadow
of the weight of trust and decency
impeding our advances to your winner's table
fabled robin hoods with internets

guess who's deft enough let you know through every filter
left for us we may upset your dinner guests

let em know what's on the menu

eat the rich

let em know

The irony in learning
how to burn the fuel that kills you
after all the warning signs were there
sound familiar? it's a slog

burnin up, they'll crawl around
and find a meal on common ground
try the light show one more time
maybe that'll work

"The serfs are like a herd you see
they can't be riled along without a sermon
Burden them with silks and styles
worry them toward money piles"

Remind them of the fire they've been turning

Analogies aside I must abide by me and mine
but I've still got my eye on anything
...concerning

eat the rich
with discretion I guess.

It's HARD To Stay ... " Cool " ..  
When Police ... Act The FOOL ... !!!  

They're USING ... " The Bomb " ...  
To ... Make You BELIEVE ...  
That ... WE ... DON'T Belong ...
  
So ...  
Let Me Explain ...  
Why This Will Bring PAIN ...  
To ... " Asians and Blacks " ...  
  
Again and AGAIN ... !!!!  
  
It Was ... Saturday ...  
A Nice ... SUNNY Day ... !!!  
  
I'm ... Driving My Car ...  
But Stopped For ...  " Rizzla' " ...  
  
As I Get Out ...  
I See The POLICE ...  
  
I ... LOOK AT THEM ...  
Cos' They're ... WATCHING ME ... !!!  
  
Two ... UNIFORMED  Women ...  
With A PIG STENCH ... !!!!!  
  
EXACTLY The Type ...  
That ... Make Some Fists CLENCH ... !!!!!  
  
But ....  
Let Me Move On  ....  
  
I ... Walk Out The Shop ...  
Get Back In My Car ...  
  
But .....
My Car Has Been .... MARKED .... !!!!!  
  
My Friend ...
Who Was With Me  

Said  ...  
  
"V you've been clocked ...  
The guy on the corner  
said, Watch For Those Cops !"  
  
He Saw Them ... " Converse " ...  
and YES ... Something WORSE ... !!!
  
They've ...
Turned The Car ROUND ...  
They'll Be Back Round The Block ... !!!  
  
You'll ...
NEVER Guess What ... !?!  
  
But ...
When I Pulled Off ...  
The Cops Were ... " IN TOW " ...  
  
My ...
Friend And I Sat There ...  
And Said ... " HERE WE GO !!! " ...  
  
I Turned Down MY ROAD ... !!!  
Which ... Knocked Them ...  
.............................................                    ­                


                                      OFF Track ... ?!?  
  
I ...
Pulled The Car Over ...  
To See Them ...
... TURN BACK ... !!!
  
And That's When I Knew ...  
That These ... " Dumb Girls in Blue " ...  
  
Were ......
Coming To QUIZ Me ...  

And ...    
Dish Out ABUSE ... !!!  
  
I Drove To ... MY HOUSE ... !!!  
and Parked RIGHT OUTSIDE ... !!!  
  
Then Me and My Man ...  
Jumped Out Of My Ride ...  
  
Then Slowly .................................................................­.. They Came ......  
To Play The ... " Old Game " ... !?!  
  
"Your car is a rental ?"  
  
"In Fact, it's a lease !"  
  
This is where I ...
Started Getting AGGRIEVED ... !!!!!  
  
"I must be too black  
to drive a Mercedes !"  
  
"It's a random check sir,  
calm down will you please !"  
  
"Not when you've stopped me  
down My ******* Street !  
I've lived here for years.
You've got a **** cheek !  
We had been advised,  
when we parked down the street,  
that, you had decided  
to try it with me,  
well now that you have,  
of course i'm angry !"  
  
It Simply ... Has Taken ...  
ONE ... Muslim Jamaican ...  
To Get The ... " Old Bill " ...  
To Put Blacks THROUGH THE MILL ... !?!  
  
If This Was A Movie ... ???  
Try THIS For A Title ...  
  
" VIRGE KILLED The Old Bill " ...  
  
Now ... Killing AIN'T Right ... !!!  
But ... Why Should I Chill ...
When They Treat Us Like THIS ... !?!    
  
Man ...
I've Had MY FILL ... !!!!!  
  
Two Minutes of Silence ...  
Has NOT Given Guidance ...  
To People Who Say ....  
  
" Let's STOP All This Violence !!! "  
  
There's Science BEHIND ...  
These Acts of ... DEFIANCE ...    
  
Behind ....  
" Certain Doors " ...  
  
They Plan ...  
PURE COMPLIANCE  ... !!!  
  
CONTROL of ... "The Ethnics" ... !!!!!  
Their Plans ARE UPSETTING ... !!!!!  
  
cos' Stories They're Telling ...  
Are TRULY ... PATHETIC ... !!!  
  
But Let Me Get Back ...  
To These Two ... Female FOOLS ... !!!  
  
Who Think They're  ALL THAT ... !!!  
Cos' They're Now ... " Girls in Blue " ...  
  
I Have A ... " Disabled Bay "  
Outside of ... My House ...  
  
So ... Hear What They Did ...  
To Prove They Had ... CLOUT ... !!!  
  
"You're parked in a bay,  
with no badge on display !"
  
"My mum was disabled !  
She's Dead Now Okay !"  
  
She Issued ... " A Ticket " ...  
As We .................................................. Walked Away ......................  
  
I Said ...  
  
"Issue The Council !l  
It's them who should pay !  
They know my mum's dead,  
but they've still left the bay !"  
  
She Said ....  
Nothing Further ...  
  
What More Could She Say ?  
  
My Friend Said To Me ...  
  
"Pig two asked his name !"  
  
I Said ....  
  
"She's a Pig !  
A Pig Has NO SHAME !"  
  
The Point of This Prose ...  
Is Simply ... To SHOW ...  
  
" The Plan " ...  
Is In Motion ... !!!  
  
They've Put Out ... " The Notion " ...  
That Blacks Make ... BOMB POTIONS ... !!!!!  
  
We're ...

"under it" ... now ... !!!  
  
From ...
Driving On Streets ...  
To ... London's Underground ...  
  
WE ARE Now ...  
  
... " The Ones " ...  
  
They're ...
Going To HOUND ... !!!  
  
EVEN If We ...  
ARE Making Them ... POUNDS  ... ?!!!?  
  
I'm SICK of ................................... THE STENCH ............. !!!!!!!  
  
I Sense .... " Something SMELLY " ....  
It's CLEARLY ... The Pigs ...  
and ... What's On YOUR TELLY ... !!!!!!!
  
This Story Just PROVES ....  
  
That  .......  
  
" They're At It Already ! " .....

The Master

The Master had a dog
And a docile goat.
Once he went through
Jungle in the boat.

There, he left his dog
Known as bad hat.
The dog returned home
And received a pat.

The Master's was then
A sweet darling pet.
It made the dog happy,
The goat very upset.

The goat annoyed none,
Made no mistake.
Still she was ******* to
A rusty iron-stake.

S. Bharat

Trickle, trickle, down,
How I wonder where you crown.
Up above the poor so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Trickle, trickle, down,
How I wonder where you crown!

When the prosperity is gone,
When there’s nothing he shines upon,
Then you show yourself to be a comic
Trickle, trickle, economics,
How I wonder what makes you so catatonic?

In the streets that creep
Through window bars often peep
For the glorified paper that steals our lives
Until the day of opportunity should arrive
Trickle, trickle, down
How I wonder where you crown!

Trickle, trickle, economics
How I wonder what you promise!

If men had a curfew lives would change in many ways
But there’s some setbacks to the attempt of fun outside
When I’m not with muscular friends past a certain time of day
I’m told to cover up my bra strap because the boys become distracted
Since “boys will be boys” reigns and girls pretend to be attracted
What if I could eat a burger in a bar without the need to feel guilty about my diet
And when I’m asked if I think I’m fat I say no, because it’s fishing for compliments to deny it
I’m told that I should be complacent and dress nice by a man three times my age
And scolded by society because it’s unladylike to be in a fit of rage
I could go outside and gaze at the dance the stars know so well
But I sing along with the peculiar song of that familiar cautionary bell
What if I could go out with friends past eight PM and explore the bright! Happy! world
Stagger through life in heels with our wit sharpened and eyelashes curled
No, I have to spend my time hidden “safe” inside
From men who think there’s no more to me than what they can see with the naked eye
This has happened ever since I turned the ripe old age of 13
Because there’s some people out there on the streets
Whom it would be an injustice to only be described as mean
I could walk out to my car without my hand poised with my keys as if they were a knife
And not have to worry about how a short low-cut dress could harm my life
(Me too) It could be worse! They say, for some reason with such force.
But since when was my safety
A cause for discourse?

They say the world is becoming a better place, proven in that happy people are becoming happier. Nobody seems to want to mention that sad people are becoming more sad too, so isn't that original statement a little underrepresenting? How is the world being a better place even a good thing? Doesn't that also mean that the world is a bad place to begin with, and it becoming less negative doesn't take away from the fact that it's still negative, I mean, otherwise why am I still sad? Why isn't the sadness going away? Is it merely because of my existence or is it more about my presence in this sort of world? Even if the world was neutral, it would only be so because the disparity between those who are happy and those who are sad is growing. Then what is the solution, you may be wondering? Can't one's happiness grow without someone else's shrinking? The truth is that everyone pays a price- some pay it through alienation from others, and others by alienating themselves.

Life is a struggle
Armed with a bare-knuckle

Born out of ancient rubble
Collecting what chance has to offer

If you have what it takes
It rewards you with inequality -
Objective prosperity with emotional disparity

But if by chance you are misplaced
You get to see the devil’s face
Just as real as that loving gaze
You strive to see and tend to praise

Dazed by the gravity of objective reality
No matter the cost, we strive for more clarity