my soul will not bleed you may tear away my flesh torture these old bones scream obscenities but i have learned of the truth and understand my self-worth so your words and deeds cannot penetrate my soul centuries of lies used as societal chains no longer bound my future to your perspective of life without breath or pulse i would rather be than forced to live as a slave to your will
ain’t no breaking news
the same crimes are committed
over and over again
and the dead
still ain’t gonna get justice
for how do you give justice
to the dead
when their ashes are blown in the wind
to new crime scenes
while
those with blood on their hands
dine out on plush patios
wanting the wind to die down
for there’s
too much
dust
in the air
with their
legal immunity
those sworn
to
uphold the law
have in truth
become
the law
capable of becoming
the judge
jury
as well as
the executioner
as long as
they
facilitate societal aims
those objectives
of
maintaining the oppressed
in
their
proper place
a broken down
old man
just
a bag
of
bones
but
he’s
the
intended result
of
systemic injustice
in
an apartheid
or
caste system society
a government society
with
or
without
the label
democracy
anyway
such labels
merely conceal
the oppressor’s
identity
behind
some flag draped
excuse
for
the oppression
in reality
the only thing
that matters
is
that in the end
of
the social processing
you end up with
a broken down
old man
just
a bag
of
bones
who’s preoccupied
with
survival
and
is unable
to do
anything else
broken instruments
of
existence
promises
of
peace
and
equality
all
i see
is
a hole
in
the wall
that’s been there
for
years
nothing’s changed
the
murdered souls
never are
given
justice
oh
there’s
always
a flurry of words
rebranded promises
wheeled out
for
the occasion
whether it be
a murdered journalist
or
some child waif
at
the border
whose
death
was
as premeditated
as
most social crimes
crimes
where lives
are
placed
into a penny slot machine
of
foreign
and
corporate diplomacy
always
a simple routine
where
negotiators
put the pennies in
pull down
the handle
of
greed
and
wait to see
if there’s
a payoff
for
those
already
overweight
with
wealth
to vote in texas
you must join the gop
otherwise your vote
won’t be counted but destroyed
like those mexican land deeds
by the state’s founding fathers
dear
moscow mitch
just
a quick note
to
let you know
that
blacks
not only vote
but
are
americans
voting
legally
unlike
those
republican voters
living
in
russia
that have
overextended
your stay
in
government
furthermore
and
this will
no doubt
shock you
other
hues of pigmentation
are
also
americans
voting
legally
you needn’t thank me
for
this correspondence
it’s
a public service
you can
look
that last phrase up
getting used
to
the mud
on
my shoes
for
no matter
how
hard
i try
i can’t
seem
to
get it loose
sometimes
it weight
me
down
making it hard
for
me
to move
freely
seems
there’s a stigma
about
folks
with muddy shoes
they’re
not allowed
in
fancy restaurants
for fear
the mud
might rub off
on
alligator shoes
and
fancy texas boots
hell
i’ve even heard
that
folks
with mud on their shoes
can’t
even vote
or
have to wade
through
a swamp
before
getting
a chance
at
the lottery
of
freedom
but
what bothers
me most
is that
i’ve heard
some folks
have died
because
they had mud
on
their shoes
seems to me
that
a lot of people
have
left out
the moral purity
part
of
cleanliness is
next to
godliness
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