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yeboaheu

Resist anything that's not natural,

renounce everything that is farcical,

refuse to let grim situation worsen,

ignore anybody thats disrespecting your person.

 

Refuse to be afraid,

we have everything to gain,

resist the indifference that has kept you locked in chains,

it's a jungle out there,

soon we'll all feel the pressure,

they say its all good,

we can make it all better.

 

A persistent glibness dominates this area,

the long arm of the law

is just a long marrow,

aiming at the butterflies,

songbirds and sparrows,

for anything that tries to fly,

meets replies

of more guns,

more nukes and more ammo,

check the global news channels,

crooked heathens justifying their deeds,

crassly lying for the bourgeoisie,

many more will surely die and bleed,

yet they say they don't really mean them and we,

the politics of division,

creating fresh revenue for prisons,

the dollar is religion, no different from the same sort of hand

of the first to rape and pillage these lands.

 

Thus little difference remains,

the capital gains controls your domain,

closing the brain so thought can't circulate,

implementing foreign aid,

paramilitary intervention is the seed they sew,

it needs blood to grow.

But what they need to know

that what is reaped is what you keep,

revolutions difficult to eat,

it uproots the teeth.

So beware for we intend to stop your smiling,

our wrath shall be endured until our masters stop defiling.

 

Yet we persist in our apathy,

outrage poorly invested

and hence,

we are subjected to the will of the oppressive.

 

Not free, only licensed,

no union, only divided

and our masters who see our idleness remain delighted.

Not compassionate,

only polite, too well trained,

to the yoke of a repressive regime we stay enchained.

 

Not alive, only excited,

a ubiquitous curse,

survival is a ritual submerged in the perverse,

a culture of short attention, huge stomachs and smaller skirts,

where the mind and the soul are made devoid of their worth.

You fight for scraps from a banquet and then call yourselves paid,

yet your proletarian brethren is worked like a slave.

I could give a fuck if child, woman or man recalls my legacy,

I seek to build a world where we all can be free.

  • Author: yeboaheu (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2012 11:27
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 11
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