Stepping into the light like a newborn
Seeing the world for the first time
Not blind but bound by the same rhyme
as every MFer who tried a thousand times
to conquer the world with their blind obedience to the lies.
Sometimes you got to use your own pair of eyes
See what is behind the words they contrive.
They call us black, white, yellow
Every color but the one we all hold shallow
Under our skin
It's where it all begins
The conquest of peace is a four-word chant
WE ALL BLEED RED!
The blood has been spilled
For millions of years
From every corner of the globe
And even from cribs.
The children they scream
Give us back what we need
The innocents of days
That saw smiles not pain.
But to know only war
Is like mopping a floor
With more and more blood and gore.
Instead of an excuse
We need a salute
To every race
Let no more blood be shed
For lofty politicians who poison our minds
And a media that knows only lies
Time to shut them all off and start our own march
"We all bleed red"
Cause we know that is the truth.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. By Nasukra Tsuki
Poetryinspirational poems/ self help works. If you have an idea for a story, write it. Even if you never benefit financially, your story will forever have been told. Any use of these works without the written and signed consent of Nasukra Tsuki is prohib...
