The wind of change
the wind of Revolution,on our sails
soon it will sweep across all countries
all over my beloved continent
Stronger than the harmattan I hear it is
the cry has been heard
the wails are too loud
the battle lines drawn
young nigerians say no to tsars
and hell noooo to SARS
message is one #abolish SARS
a united no to oppression
fear not their portion
Beginning of the end
they are ready
ready to reclaim the soul of Africa
message is one from young Nigerians
we want to live,we want to be safe
Respect our existence
or expect our resistance !!!
What gives cops the right to do whatever they please?!?!
Forcefully vacating premises that on a whim they seize
Rendering multiple people homeless
Innocent or not
Not caring if the right perpetrator is caught
Deceiving to benefit their colleagues and careers
Law-abiding and criminals alike filled with fear
Padding pockets with taxpayers money
How come the majority can’t see something’s funny?
And if their comfy salaries are not enough
Slyly shake down any person they cuff
Too often dollars are unreported
Come up missing after everything is sorted
No justice for the public
Rich or poor
Those poverty-stricken get ****** much more
If you can afford bribes you at least have a shot
Not every pig can be bought
They wear badges so they face no consequences for sin
Abuse power again and again
And it’s obvious to anyone with eyes to see
Citizens powerless in the land of the free
If we rise and protest we’ll gain their attention
End up in jail if we even dare mention
The multitude of ways rights are violated
We stay silent while the system is hated
Because if you do catch police doing wrong
In court hear the same ******* song
They work together to keep us from what’s fair
Doesn’t matter where you go
Corruption is everywhere
So do not expect aid from the government or a judge
Like law enforcement
Their opinion won’t budge
Every option offered to help
Just another fallacy the media sells
They are all in cahoots
We’re ******* from the start
Look at statistics spread out on a chart
So do we rebel when the law’s not on our side?
Those sent to protect us only lied
My whole life been taught cops are not who to trust
Everyone around me is brainwashed they must
In vain I hope our country will change
Have no clue what it will take to rearrange
Til then go on hunkered down and scared
Praying by miracle my freedom will be spared
I know I am good deep in my soul
But know better people who end up on parole
For now ******* may have the upper hand
It’s time to finally take a stand
We are strong enough
To succeed if we unite
We can make a difference
Push for what’s right
No matter who you are
Black or white
Put our differences aside
Give our all and fight
Honestly we probably can’t fix this
But there’s a chance we might
I hate cops more and more every day. I have literally lost everything I own for a second time because of them. And I may not be 100 percent guilt free but I know my rights were definitely violated while this happened. *******...
A soul asleep
found bullets colliding
and the devil was charged
only for the bullets that missed.
So Riot! Riot! Riot!
And burn it down!
Because a soul that weeps
fuels the body
Amerikkka was built on the backs of bruised, ****** black backs and I refuse to let my ancestors' forced sacrifice be forgotten because acknowledging the racism that thrives in the country you loves make you uncomfortable. Lives over capitalism. My ancestors were forced to build this country...and their descendants will tear it down.
We hexed the moon
We burned downtown
We killed Carlos
We started a plague
We started riots
We almost started a 3rd war
We protested and got shot
We killed our year
We said it would be better
We lied and broke it
We tried and failed it
And now I'm sick of resentment
But we can improve it
It's been quite a while since I wrote something but I'm back for a bit :)
thinking about how cops are beating protestors senseless not even 20 minutes from where i live.
thinking about how they block off the streets and stand unmasked, batons in hand, other hand resting pointedly on their gun.
thinking about how it could be me next— another unspecified black face and black body and black existence snuffed out— a hashtag, a mural.
(and those are the lucky ones.)
thinking about how a memorial is the best case scenario for a black life.
thinking about the bodies in the street.
thinking about blood splattering the ground, mixing with paint and obscuring the “black lives matter” lettering on the road.
thinking about the chalk art and loud music in a neighborhood soon-to-be-gentrified.
thinking about how we’ve grown used to the stench of rotting flesh outside our doors.
thinking about the taste of blood in my mouth from my nearly-severed tongue i didn’t realize i was biting.
thinking about the tension in my neck and jaw.
thinking about the way my eyes never seem to close.
thinking about the eyes that will never again open.
thinking thinking thinking.
And yet I don’t seem to remember
that anyone wished for District Five
not to have exploded the dam
that lit the Capitol’s lights.
I don’t seem to recall people
buying the tale that the police
were keeping any peace.
We were not given the mirror
to look at ourselves and say
"no, that’s not me."
unironically re-experiencing the Hunger Games trilogy in this the year of our lord 2020
I hear sirens as I sit in my corner.
Their delicate whispers fill my ears.
They taunt me with their lies of false hope.
The colorful lights flood the room.
They twirl around like tiny ballerinas.
Suddenly, it all goes quiet.
The lively globes disappear.
The world becomes empty once more.
In the distance, a door can be heard creaking open.
Two boots hit the ground.
The soil crunches beneath them.
A strong walk can be heard through the walls.
There's a silent pause.
Not after long, a knock rattles the door.
A booming voice announces it's presence.
A women's voice guides him back outside.
Her fake sobs and lies shake the house.
I tone her out for I know her game all to well.
Time passes as slow as the earth seems to turn.
Before I know it, his presence joins me.
He sits in my corner with me.
I can feel his eyes examining my appearance
They focus on my every move.
When I meet them, I can feel the pools of sadness.
His emotions greet me well.
I know he can see the cuts and the blood that spills from them.
I know he can see the purple hues that litter my skin.
But as suddenly as his emotions came, a wall surrounds them.
He knows what happened.
I am sure he saw through her poker face.
But there is nothing he can do.
He gives me his apologises.
He explains his reasoning.
His presence leaves me.
The movements and actions are heard through the house
Eventually there are none.
My friend silence has come to visit me.
We sit in this corner together.
Pondering, when the next time will be that the shadow in blue comes to visit.
Look the city is burning.
Can you see it?
This will not be
or rise up like a phoenix.
are set in red
for the dead;
While shaking fist
chant and resist
that lit this ****
to begin with.
but it was expected,
from seeing the shame
of those who claim
they should be respected
whilst acting like thugs.
It is an irony
that they don’t seem to see
begging for relief
from a similar anxiety
which they imposed
who are just asking for
the grace of human decency.
The city settles
the chaos will resume shortly
and I watch brave warriors
struggle to catch
their tear gassed breathes.
With bloodlust, we watch.
We beg for more death to come.
When will we have peace?