Some return in coffins
draped with flags,
Some with limbs missing
Some with minds in tatters and rags.

Disembarking planes
Met on runways by their missus,
And children aged in their absence
A reunion of hugs and kisses

Your experiences

During slavery
Black folks would often invent
Figures of speech and words
That were meant
To express their grievances
And anger
But in a way
As to avoid the danger
Of arousing the
Wraith and violence
Of the owners
Without

You a playa hater?
That’s no reason to hate me
Cuz I ain’t a player
Enough clowns already in the community.

But you despise me
Why I don’t have a clue.
Eyeing me with suspicion
What the fuck I do?

Dare to struggle dare to win!
With clenched fist in the air
We will win power to the people
United in resistance we’ll get there

Fight fail fight fail!
Do it over and over again
We’ll get better each time

Zionists and Nazis

The exact same plan,

Erase a people deny their history

Take their land.

To displace

Brown faces

Replace their space

The aim…

Palestine erased.

A land without

A people?

They said the same about

The Indians

A

Revolution won’t happen in

Virtual space

The oppressed communities,

Where it must take place.

For all the

Social media clout chasers

GoFundMe grifters

Mass line fakers

Political shape shifters

And

Posturing pixies

In costumes

From the 60s.

The people’s struggle

Who taught us

To reject love for our daughters

Our sisters

And mothers?

Yeah brothers

Done lost they minds

Remember the time

When we was Black and proud

Now we just Black and loud

Rapping about nothing

Pretending to be