Friday, 23 March 2012

Through true struggle

All I wish for, is An absolute knowledge, resolute in truth, not to loot nor soothe corrupted men in suits.

Independently soliciting for youths, fighting for a lifetime with 'boots', not of war but of words,

spreading the truth to every nooks and crannies of our hotel suites (shacks) without fear of recieving a shoot from the law which has been bended to impede rights and stampede our lights,

that we may fear for our lifes hoping not to be visited by our firstborns behind bars, with scars shining brighter than stars, as a result of a beating meant to teach us a lesson to close our mouths.

Hope am making sense for I am no friends with books, let me rather re-booth and continue.

Our rights have been raped, abused and fed to books that were written by crooks.

Hillarious, we hold onto the law with our feeble hands only for the law to drop them and ask us to raise them up in the air making us fall to the ground and sometimes kissing the cold tar.

Our lands prostituted with no pay, cardboards speaking louder than voice, even heaven weeps on our behalf as we march, singing freedom songs whilst getting burnt.

Crippled voices, bones thrown at us that we may clamour for it and forget the heats, hitting ourselves hard that the dead begins to cry.

Salute to heroes that have fallen, they payed the price for the expensive comodity we now enjoy, salute to those that are still in the struggle and to those yet to join...

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