A poem to discuss Liberation
Imperialism is a plague that spreads its Essence across the globe
Capitalism is the scourge that riddles the skies and blinds eyes with images of gold and green that force us to survive.
When in reality we really should thrive off bartering and community collective efforts.
Patriarchy and the desire to hold onto outdated ideals are pieces to a stinking onion.
We peel layer after layer of guilt, sacrifice,
and destruction of each other like monkeys in a barrel we sin
in order to win. Then create sins to keep others from thinking within themselves,
think that they deserve far better than these chains we call laws.
That were designed by flawed men seeking their own safety and reverence
The ever-looming prescience of capitalism lessens the growth for all bodies and black and brown ones?
Ohhh how short the end of the stick is and how extensive the hold that has been placed upon us.
A long time has come
And nothing new has been done.
Freeing myself from these chains that America claims to not exist with opportunities
to exploit my greatness drives me into a madness
that fastens my seatbelt as I drive myself insane thinking that someone who doesn’t see my pain, will ever think I need liberation.
To think that someone who benefits from this tattered building being held
together by gorilla glue that barely is refurbished and battered by acid
reigns of tyrannical hypocrites doing things in “freedoms” name.
How dare you force lady freedom to sing when you allow her sisters to be raped and slain.
How can you watch as people are being maimed and “tamed” like wild beasts on a safari excursion
Like look at the monkeys singing and dancing in the rain this whole thing is falling apart,