Whata You Do
When all sense
And all responsibility
Is out the window
Taken
And blown away
By the low IQ
Of the mob
Whata you do
When life
Is decided
By a rabid dog
Skin colour
Place of birth
Economic worth
Whata you do
When faith
Worships
Those golden idols
Bank balances
And royal fronts
Those that harm
My Fathers children
And those that hide them
Whata you do
When evil controls
Those arms
That are supposed to
Hold us
Protect us
Defend us
Whata you do
You do
All in your power
To fight back
Against the tide
Be that swordsman
Who faces a tsunami
Of tribulation
Yell and scream
Scratch that ugly face
Of inhumanity
Leave that scare
Above the bar
Remind them
That you will
Not stand for
Horrible
That’s what
You do
They’ll come for you
From the dark
I’ll attest to that
Their weak
Their cowards
They will hide
In the shadows
They will whisper untruths
They will whisper false fact
As that’s
What cowards do
Every opportunity
They will slip another knife
In your back
That’s a true fact
But none
Have any courage
To face you
And slip one in your chest
As that’s
Not what
Cowards do
Don’t talk to me
Queen country and khaki
Talk to me
Honestly
Of humanity
Of culture
Of art
Of diversity
Of love for life
Our World
Our flower
As that’s
What
I do
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