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The currency of power
Power equals currency
In a world that actively yearns for it
The more you have the more you are worshiped
And with worship becomes freedom
Where inequality is something they abuse
And power is the excuse they use as a campaign
To bully the people that they blame
To start an agenda of hate for the only personal gain
The same people that made us their slaves
But we are the ones who are inhumane
Those politicians sitting on their thrones
Built of our labour
Curated from the bones of our ancestors
Claiming they care about our community
Whilst cleaning the streets with our blood
Then lying about how violence lives in our neighbourhoods
In our faces they smile
And everytime there is a tragedy
They post a black screen
Their apologies are as empty as their fake sympathy
Then behind our backs
They sit and laugh
Signing of policies
For the autonomy of our bodies
Creating laws
To storm our homes by force
Without any just cause
To them this is a game
One we never asked to play
The rules ever changing
Due to their ever growing shame
Of how we handle the pain
You placed on our names
Every setback we overcame
The hurricane of hate that is thrown our way
Expecting us to fall, but on our feet we remain
Surpassing every hurdle they throw, but they don't understand they have terrible aim
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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