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
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