POETRY
Blissful ignorance
Sounds like holiday songs
on a Saturday morning
The same day she is starving
For her people
Starving for attention
When the answers are
Within and upfront
Protect, react, resist,
Protect, react, resist,
Protect, react, resist
So what can I do?
I’m going to fuck
With your money
I’m going to talk
To your children
Tell them the truth
And influence their reality
It’s not possible to love a country
And not love its laws
When the law says
A country is formed by
A council and registered
Like a baby’s birth certificate
Within the courts the same racist
place that makes the laws,
so what came first?
Is the U.N. knocking at your door?
Or the ghosts of those
who circled your abode?
Are you finished dreaming of bacon
Are you begging for protection?
Shaking under a blanket hiding
From your own ancestors saying
“don’t shame us”
Crossing the line – getting close
Closing the gap – moving in
Finding the light – standing in it
Making the sounds – painting in colour
Getting it right – taking names
Planning for the future – re-claim
Releasing the medicine – pounding the drums
Staying connected – stepping forward
Rooted in humanity – giving a shit
Reproducing history – recognizing equals
Slam dancing - gathering
Letting the answers find us
Saying your piece – providing
Helping the cause – craving
Stealing home – forcing the point
Attending to details – walking together
forward…
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