They laughed at our pain

A circus act A puppet A clown When you think of these you think of a Performance Or even entertainment You think of Comedy You think of Jokes You think of Laughter So what happens When you become the butt of the joke Where they are not laughing with you But at you Not because you're funny But because of what's being done to you Oh you don't know Well good for you But what about those who do know The ones who's pain were seen as entertainment You know them All to well The ones You laughed at Saw their blood Decided it wasn't good enough So you spilled more All in the sake of a laugh All in the sake of trying to humble All in the sake of making us a spectacle Now do you know Or are you still trying to put on a show By acting the victim You know who I'm talking about The people you love to hurt Still acting dumb Fine It's black people The people you have continously harmed since Forever But that would be an understatement That taking our blood was your idea of entertainment Your idea of Comedy was our enslavement And your idea of a good performance Was watching us hang Watching the life leave our eyes You desensitised To the violence You used to kill our lives To you this was a joke For us It left us broke Devoid of any hope So I hope you choke On the guilt of what you've done This will be our show Watching you trying to clear your throat