The people immerse in fear
as the american they know is eroding.
So they adorn this tyrant with a crown.
The venom he spews is so hypnotizing.
hatred is swapped
up hold your hateful traditions.
continue to oppress the people you despise.
blame your misfountues exiled them from the land
Civilized nations know better but you still
builded up a wall. pretend you don't exploit other people
life blood.
I see the king as a tyrant
you see the king as the savior
we are forever divided.
as he profits off our divisions.
your attention span so short
we have ignored what history has reviled.
the ancestor have warned us about the tyrant and two face tricksters.
You can't ignore
the foul stench that comes from four hundred years
of oppressed funk. It's poison wont stop spreading.
but you can't suppress and control this hatred.
no matter how much you embellish this false nattrative. inviting made up conspires justifying your hatred won't ever set our nation free
The griots and poets will continue to bang on drums standing on street corners telling the same
cautionary tale. until you listen.
YOU ARE READING
Sunken dreams
PoesíaThis collection of poetry is inspired by black life matters movement there are so much injustice that seems to be tearing American apart. This collection of poetry wants you to take a glimpse what it like to be a person of color in America.
