It's Not Like It's Their Job
The smell is overpowering
My lungs, screaming for one
for just one
breath of fresh air
With prayers unanswered,
They are engulfed in
yet another load
of these odorous toxins
The odorous toxins
of humanity
Being burnt to the crisp
While communities start
blaming one another
Turning on one another
The powers encouraging the riots
Where are they?
Those powers?
Where are they when we need them most?
Hiding away
Protected by the security of money
Our country's money
My country's money
That they stole!
How could they do that?
And leave us to fight for ourselves?
They are meant to be saving us
But why are they not?
Why they are not;
Why would they fight for something
That has no effect on them
It's not like it's their job to protect us anyway
Copyright © Batsheva Garber | Year Posted 2022
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