#courts
She never really get to tell what she wanted to
No one wants to hear the rants of the girl who stares at the moon
People are scared to break her walls to see the other side
Little did they know she's more scared if they did see what's inside
Before she even speak they already covered their ears
Before she even walked they already pried her off their ways
Before she even see they already blinded her eyes
Before she even, before she even
Tug, tug, tug, there's the court's order
She is sentenced to be imprisoned in her own border
With nothing but herself which is already bare
With nothing but glares, with no one to care
The crowd is yelling, chanting, screaming in joy
Pumping fists in the air, happy like they had their favorite toy
They judged her already, decided not to hear her out
Decided not to give her chance, decided not to shed her some light
The court's order from those who thinks they are in power
The court's order for those who believes it can save them from danger
The court's order to those innocent people who's the true victim of ******
The court's order which no one can oppose, everyone fears
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
Catastrophic end in sight,
light bends, her eyes contrite;
a shaking phantasmagoric dispute
making both husband and lover mute;
revelation upon revelation,
hatred in each exhalation;
exasperated rivals stand apart,
one soul exultant, one twisted heart.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
Between you, me, and everyone in this society
I am not currently smoking leaves or burning trees
But if I was puffing up smoke like the Beatles
Eric Clapton, Bob Dylan, and Bob Marley did
Not snorting coke like our former president
But if I lit up at home when I was alone to get ******
If I had a pound or more of natural plant goods
The kind that Mother Nature made with her green wisdom
The kind that help chemo’s patients and other victims
Of social, physical, emotional, and spiritual ailments
It is not the state’s or the patrolmen’s business
They shouldn’t get me locked up then put me on parole
Then on some list so I can’t get government assistance
When I was just trying to ease life’s tension
And I have to mention we need freedom
From prison as a profit type business
Locking up children for drug offenses
Turning young men into harden criminals
While people making a hundred grand or more
Do not get punished for their narcotics store
Cops keep picking on the poor when they should hunt for
White supervisors who run and ruin other people’s lives
Those punk mother ****** telling lies
Using the law to steal other people’s houses and pensions
Making drug offenses look like a pittances
But the poor have poor defenses
And the rich ***** our lives like it is a business
Because it is their business to make money from our suffering
So why don’t they go on a hunt for the white rich ***** punk
And leave the poor *** smoking people alone
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC