Equality was never ours to own,
It may have been free, but only for the privileged
Equality is just a word, without any meaning,
Just emptiness, for us, and a foreign dream
Equality for us was never meant to be seen
Used as bait for those, who are targets -
To this unfair scheme
freedom sold at a price -
A deal in exchange for our life,
A way to control and keep us quiet
They stole our rights, just like they stole our lands
Then used our pain to their advantage
Profiting off of the power they corrupted,
Whilst watching us for rights -
They allowed themselves to have for free,
Creating systems to uphold their policies
Equality is universal,
Yet, has been manipulated by the white man,
For capitalistic greed,
And ownership of power,
And now is a luxury, given only to a select few
Hashtags.
Used to promote to get more attraction to a desired cause
To create a movement , to even open doors
But - like most things it has its flaws
Used to manipulate for narrative control
Stories of real life trauma
Plastered on social media
To be auctioned of and sold
To the highest bidder- usually a politician
Their favourites, those that contain stories of racism
Not because they care
But for emotional manipulation
Used to make them look like a 'diverse hero'
Claiming to love everyone
Yet create policies for a mandatory stop and patrol
'Coincidentally' in only black neighbourhoods
Most hashtags aren't even harmful
If used for the greater good, it can be very useful
A way for slogans to become a movement
One example - #blacklivesmatter
To boost, to help go viral
To become a worldwide sensation
After all you can never have enough people
To tackle this centuries long issue
Yet human nature makes people resentful
When they aren't the centre of attention - when they aren't popular
Usually the oppressors, they can't stand feeling inferior
They'll twist a cause to suit their reputation
After all what's a campaign without deception
I may be hooked on kush
my body bruised and worn
wandering the streets of Freetown
but I’m a Sierra Leonean too.
I may not pay my taxes
can’t even clean a gutter
but this land is still my home
I’m a Sierra Leonean too.
I may not make decisions to sell state companies
or pass laws for pregnant girls in school
but I carry this country’s name
I’m a Sierra Leonean too.
So if I don’t snatch your phone
don’t break the locks to your home
reach for me, teach me to see
there’s more to life than kush alone.
Who's the power behind the throne?
Renewed zipper in the zone,
Look out, gals in the ACT,
Yet more sprogs for Barnaby?
Who shall his next wife be?
is he ScoMo's majority?
Voting in our future, you see!
Bonuses
Incentives
Medical
Dental
Movement
Advancement
Stressed
Depressed
Longing
Wanting
Impatient
Distant
Anemic
Homesick
Tired
Uninspired
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