Stand up.
Speak up.
But -
When it comes to a Black person -
You -
Just shut up
It’s funny how -
When it comes to us needing help,
Selective mutism is your only way out.
We fight the big fights,
Play the role of superhero - day and night,
We are heroes without the capes,
And yet when we need support, you hide behind the drapes,
Every other race is given grace,
But when it comes to us, no matter what we do - we are called a disgrace
When a Black person needs protection,
They see our skin, and - accuse us of seeking attention,
When we practice our right of self defence,
We are accused of a criminal offence,
Seen as criminal, for standing our ground
Then we are seen as a danger to be around.
Stand up.
Speak up.
But not for a Black Person,
Stand up.
Speak up.
If you are not Black, they won't see you as criminally liable,
Stand up.
Speak up.
Not to defend us, just to label us criminals.
TODAY’S POLITICAL ATROCITIES
Coercive control,
Has become today’s new norm:
Liberties reduced:-
Democracy changed.
It is now only for the rich:
The poor must accept:-
Capitalism,
Is now in charge and controls
The country’s oppressed:-
How atrocious!
Pointificating greatness,
By going backwards:-
Her eyes cling to the ground
following his trail
as he wonders
why she complains
“It’s just an apple,” he says
and walks ahead, anyway
her gaze falls
to her own
an apple
too hard
for her jaw
heavy enough
to chain her ankles
she looks up
wonders
how his still stays red
while hers darkens in her hands
her eyes search him
for an eraser
for the book
breaking her spine
but he only carries
a pencil
the same one
that wrote
the weight
she drowns in
still
on all fours
she follows
wondering
if she will ever hold
a book
light enough
for her hands
or taste
an apple
that doesn’t hurt
A tinted rainbow smeared with blood
On its surface lies the bodies of youth devoured by guns
Guns aimed at them by the same people who were meant to protect them
46 years later we are still fighting the same battle as the class of 76
But now the narrative has changed
Instead of fighting against being taught in a language we don’t understand
The fight is against fees and black on black oppression
Please forgive mama that they didn’t tell you when you were voting in 1994 that you were voting for your grandkids and great grandkids to be unemployed
Please forgive me sir that they didn’t tell you ukuthi you were voting for your kids to be working at a carwash with a Masters degree
I am sorry that they didn’t tell you, you were voting for black-on-black oppression
IN AND OF TODAY’S ICE-COLD POLITICAL
WINTERING OPPRESSION: 2026
In iced-injustice,
Hued lives are daily iced-out;
Even native-borns:
The red-flow of injustice,
Iceing-out equality:-
Today’s iceberg
Political oppression,
Must now be met
With liberty’s steamed larva
Of flowing retribution:-
Ice-cold oppression
Must now face human nature’s
Springing rebirthing:
Democratic liberty,
Greatly blossoming again:-
God’s human nature,
Is to be in his service!
Not of Satan’s hate:-
Thus, it is time for us to
Get our al sisu all lit up!
Let the Rain Fall Down
Let the Rain Fall Down
Let the rain fall down
Wash the pain of the abused
Let their hearts be healed
And break their handcuffs loose
Let the rain fall down
And feed the dying soil
Fill the starving mouth
With precious grains of joy
Let the rain fall down
And drown the sinful mind
Set their senses free
For in gold they've gone blind
Let the rain fall down
And let the flood rage in
Let the waves expose
What the world has hid.
Let the rain fall down
In this giant sphere of dirt
For there's more hell on earth
Than in hell itself.
Let the rain fall down
And let us know You're King
Let us feel Your pow'r
And the salvation You bring
NEO POLITICO MILITARY INVASION,
OPPRESSION, AND NEO SLAVERY
Middle passages are no longer necessary,
You merely invade/steal the island/nation country:-
When you do so, the invasion/steal, the people/slaves,
And all natural resources/priceless gems are the bonuses:-
Thus, the nature of making America great again:
Improving upon previous politico-military oppressive ideology:-
The irony of it all is being approved to do so,
Via “majority rule "constitutional amendments:-
So, be not surprised when you hear the ultimate in the new greatness:
The POTUS and VICE, being “constitutionally”, granted extended terms!
Absurd as all this may sound at the moment, think and remember this
and be aware:
The absurdity of the sounds, when the POTUS first spoke of Venezuela,
and Greenland:-
History is the memory of truth -
A permanent fixture of time,
Proof of the truth they try to erase
An archive of buried trauma
Truth never asks permission,
It demands accountability,
Despite the problem of erasure
Memory becomes its time capsule
Missing pages becomes the oppressed stories
Ones buried, but still alive -
A tomb without a body
And like energy the truth cannot be destroyed
Whitewashed history becomes normal
Blank pages go unquestioned
The unaffected allow deceit,
They lack thought to those erased
The problem of oppression,
Is the problem of ignorance -
The lack of emotion to those deemed ‘inferior’
But also the proof of their history of hatred
Darkness …
He opens his eyes
Confusion?
He is surprised
A badge. A uniform. An officer?
Memory - please remember
Blood, now dried, blood, he cried
The streets - where have they gone
He remembers a gun
Memories come pouring in …
He remembers being a victim
He is dead, the cause -
police brutality
Freedom, a stolen patent by the white man
Seen as a capitalistic venture,
Marketed towards those deemed ‘inferior’
Not seen as a right, but as a luxury
Tied with the ribbon of controlled hierarchy -
To keep black in a constant state of survival,
And the white in a state of insecure power -
Externally polished, but internally cracking
A systemic imbalance weakened by unease
Freedom a currency owned by the corrupt
Used to dictate societal roles -
A way to systemise racial control
A way to protect the weapon of inequality
Reducing the oppressed to desperation -
Of basic human rights
A sadistic trait of the oppressor -
Watching the loss of our dignity in order for our humanity
A history of embarrassment, forced onto our ancestors
All to distract from their inner battles of inferiority
A secret they won’t tell, they’ll decree it as impossible
Despite a history of targeted discrimination
Despite a lifetime of oppression
All because black people are everything, they will never be
Shhh! Can you hear the hunger’s moan,
Children hollow, left alone?
Silent streets where shadows yearn,
We burn, we burn, for you to learn.
Shhh! Feel the hands that grasp for air,
Empty bowls, and vacant stare.
Your quiet gaze lets chains remain,
We rise in fire to break the chain.
Shhh! Listen close, the walls will speak,
For every lost, for every weak.
The flames of truth cannot be tamed,
Our voices roar, though you’ve restrained.
Shhh! See the pain behind your door,
The hungry cries you can’t ignore.
If silence kills, then hear this plea,
We scream for justice, for you to see.
Shhh! Now feel the embers grow,
From broken streets, the fires show.
No longer whispers, we claim our turn,
Hear us, stand with us, we burn, we burn.
Shhh! The silenced rise, no longer still,
Our voices rise against your will.
For every life ignored, unseen,
We fight, we speak, for what has been.
Bursting with passion at the seam,
She entered and settled in the room.
Intent on telling them it is good to dream,
She showed them proof bound in the spines of books.
Taught them that centuries of change
Had granted free access to being visible.
Their eyes gleamed with purpose
To think their dreams were permissible.
Like prisoners who had fully served their time,
They strapped hope on their backs,
Promise throbbing in their hearts
When she told them the condition was benign.
And with tireless exhilaration
She invited them to stand.
She stitched their wings with her
Magic wand.
But just when
they were to take flight,
a shriek filled the air
It was an ominous sight
As the old hag
Swooped in
on her systematic broom.
Stole
their dreams.
Left them gagged.
Let me tell you a story not a fairytale
Runookoro the heart bit of rivers and stars
home of men with balls and steels,
rugged entities, Serena tested, men mount.
abobi and man In green in tete-a-tete,
tete-a-tete became volcano explosion
matters turn soar, street casted ,abobi fell like tree.
Abobi live like eagle flying without wings
on that day, the heart bleed,the sky turn dark, the earth flood blood like rivers
voices echoes like ocean 'dem don kill abobi '
the tales hurt the heart,onlookers asked in silence 'na who kill abobi?
men mount in pressure,tears in the sun that never dried,Runookoro bleed in fire.
civic riot, Nepal unrest learn in silence
officials in siren ,homes on fire, street floored with graves
men run like Squirrels to no directions
the memories of the guns still leaves
Runookoro don catch fire, na who kill abobi ?
ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL
THE GREAT POET
A sprinkle of fear
A pinch of doubt
You pepper my brain
To quiet my mouth
You keep stirring the pot
My dreams round and round
Adding more liquid
Hoping they'll drown
You think I'm oblivious
I can't place the taste
But I know your ingredients
I simply placate
Inside I'm simmering
My passions still raw
All that brain seasoning
Tastes like nothing at all
So you can keep trying
Every mental recipe
Just know you'll never
Burn the life out of me
OF TODAY’S POLITICAL GARDEN
Today’s new Eden–
Apples of tribulations,
Juiced with oppression:
New sneaky snake enticing,
Wiggling his sneaky red tongue:-
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