Evil wears a white cloak
Raw fury embellishes the soul,
Of a cold cruel world
They watch black burn -
Not a stomach churned
Evil is too kind a word,
For the mentally disturbed
Countless black lives suffer -
All in the name of projection
The hate they feel is the hate we receive
No amount of explanation could fathom any reason
Yet they claim it is, we, that deserves treason
Our skin classified as a crime against humanity
The real crime - their uninhibited savagery
Freedom cost nothing,
Yet they market it as a luxury
Only the white man is afforded
We aren’t even afforded the right to be seen as,
Treated as -
Human
Even the oxygen we breathe is a sparsity
Stealing the air we breathe becomes their favourite hobby,
They treat our lungs like it’s their property
And yet somehow they’ve convinced the world that we are the enemy
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