A call for the oppressors downfall
Comfort wrapped in a blanket of security
Never fearing the chance of brutality
Only a freedom granted to those with fair skin
Greeted by the warmth of idiocy
Building a racist system of legacy
With followers who exhibit stupidity
But useful in killing democracy
To continue their self fulfilling prophecy
Of forced superiority
A politicians smile brings a darkness
Poisonous to those a different colour
Those who possessed something they wanted
Our blackness they were desperate to harness
Unsatisfied with the taking of our culture
They turn to the method of torture
Their envy the motive of our generational suffering
Hate breeds hate
Pain breeds pain
Our blood pumped from a heart full of trauma
Our skin sewn by the needles of struggle
Which is what they wanted
A life born through the memory of inferiority
A rot festering in the trees of our ancestry
Branches bending to the will of ancestral trauma
Bodies after bodies after bodies
Burned in the name of erasure
Blood clings to remember
The blood stays as rebellion
The world hides us in silence
The blood screams violence
Demands accountability
Pools of red refuse to be ignored
Stains a ground a witness to it all
Entrusting the soil to keep the bodies warm
An exhibition to the pain black people have endured
A call for a new world
For the oppressors downfall
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