The Vulnerables

The vulnerables are Those so called believers Who believe too much to think On whose heads candles are lit They are those blacks Who have believed the lies That they aren't worth anything Who are too afraid to change anything They are those kids Who cannot dream their own dreams And those industrious mothers of ours Only found in the kitchen and other rooms They've been programmed like robots To do only those things that They have been indoctrinated to Yea, only those things they are allowed to They are those in uniform sent To stop peaceful young protesters To dutifully execute the Lekki massacre Killing the very ones they ought protect until we all unplug from the metrix Exercising our freedom of thought To think free and moral as ordained We will all remain only as Stooges