I Cant Breath
I feel the choke under the yoke
Of men so dehumanizing
I feel the heel of their rugged boots...
Choking the breath off me
I feel the touch of their tough dark hearts
Smearing at my restless me straining under their strain
I can't breath
I feel it like I were the helpless innocent God made dark coloured paralysed son of man
Dehumanized by the so uncouth not so cultured, heartless sinners of ages.
I can't breath
Its not me without me in this island
Didn't God create all of us in his own image.?
Who issued the ticket in the thicket to a thicksome, gruesome, bad to the eyes a scene that God will never approve of?
The thought of it, such a suffocating milestone.!
I can't breath
Who can breath?
Who will breath?
How do we breath?
How shall we breath?
Who has the answer?
I can't breath!
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