Fire Within A Roar

Off Limits

The hair
A sensitive issue
No wonder when it arrives
Out come the knives
Forgive me bystander
You were in the way
Of this delicate matter
To begin we start at home
This place of false
Sense of self
We forget what we teach
Steve Biko...
Someday they'll hear you,
Grasp your essence

Because in this mess
Of finger pointing
The knives cut deep
Within this sensitive issue
Forgive me bystander
You were in the way