these things take time…

these things take time

the grave
they’ve prepared
for
you
is
the same one
as
your forefathers’
your bones
will cover
their bones
beneath you
will lie
rusted shackles
and
scorched flesh
the dried petals
of
freedom’s promise
are now
just compost
softening
the earth
for
your arrival

 

 

unused bus tokens…

unused bus tokens

ain’t
nobody
at
the back of the bus
we’ve
decided
to
walk
to
hell
rather
than ride
cuz’
if we ride
we’ve
got to pay
to be
sharecroppers
of
existence
besides that
we’ll
get to hell
that
much faster
than
if we’d
walked
so
we’ve
decided
to
walk to hell
don’t
make no difference
how
soon
we get there
what
awaits us
is
always
the same
a game
where
we’re
always
given
the short side
of
the field
to
play
with
rules
written
in
our blood
that
express
a whimsical
notion
of
equality
but
clearly
convey
that
we can’t win
so
no need
to
hurry
that’s why we’ve
decided
to
walk
to
hell

don’t need google translate…

don't need google translate

sorry cousin
something we would say
without
any hostility
in
our voice
but
the tone
of the message
was
quite clear
and
quickly translated
as
that shit
ain’t
gonna happen
but
now days
phrases
are
more
cloaked
in
the fine linen
of
political words
but
our youth
has made us
more
sensitive
to
the underlying
real
message
so
when you say
these things take time
we hear
sorry cousin