War is an anagram of raw
As in raw wound from the bullet that pierce the skin
And the screams that echo from the pain
War is nothing to celebrate
The deaths that follow are not necessary
They call it "a sacrifice"
Said it's needed for liberation
But after the bodies are buried
What is left
Besides the tears for the ones who are gone
Many blacks fought for our country
But who in our country fought for them
They were liberaterated
Yes
But not for the right reasons
All because of Abraham Lincoln
They call him a hero
Because he freed the slaves
But even robin hood was still a thief
Even Martin Luther King was still on FBI's most wanted list
When the first shots were fired in 1861
Something broke that day
And it wasn't just the skin of the person who received that bullet
It was the heart of America
Once you start a war it never ends
The hatred never died
Not even from way back then
The fire stopped physically in 1865
The guns are still being pointed in 2018
Every racial comment
Is a gun being pointed
And every black not standing up for their rights
Is the trigger being pulled
Fear controls our never really strong nation
At first it was lynching and now it is shooting
153 years later and nothing has changed
Instead of slave masters
We have police officers
Instead of Black Codes
We have black democracy
They is no such thing as freedmen anymore
We are prisoners of the flag that never really represented Us
They called us predators
Said we would never accomplish anything on our own
But after 258 years of slavery
Who are the real monsters?
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Mindless Emotion
Poesía"Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?" -Unknown
