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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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