This System

 
Pray for us, as America will come for us.
 
This system, 
Being meant for us all to fit into a convict trust.
Revealing a deep need to travel over seas,
Buy my baggage for the good of my reality on TV,
To send back to my skinned family,
That’s how they wanna be,
That’s how its suppose to be.
 
Pray for us, as America will come for us.
Pray for us as America will reshape us.
 
We the people,
With no voice of our own.
My favorite face in the government 
Can only tell me that this place is my home.
Robotic thinking takes over,
I’m living and breathing the rage that they want me to have in my soul.
To turn a blind eye when I see what they’re doing is wrong.
That’s them liars,
Hiding behind that invisible wall of “justice.”
That’s a world that abides to the ties for their undercover protection.
 
Pray for us as America will come for us.
Pray for us as America will reshape us.
Pray for us as America will kill us.
 
Never again,
Can I as a black woman,
Feel so calm to put my trust in this country with negligence. 
These peace keeper are starting to get a little sensitive. 
Shoot me in my back won’t yah,
It wasn’t enough, that when I called you wasn’t there when I need yah.
Treat me like the criminal that I never was,
Because you want to build your paycheck up.
Oh please brah!
Pull me over just to see my life flash before my eyes.
Look my name up in your system,
Check if I’m hypnotized.
Snatch me on up,
Go ahead and call in your team,
“I got a Black on highway 80, going over the speed.
“Fuck a ticket.
“I’ve seen this chick on Youtube,
“Talking about ‘Black Lives Matter’
“Let stomp in these wounds
“She won’t be missing this battle of colors.”
 
Pray for us as America will come for us.
Pray for us as America reshape us.
Pray for us as America will kill us.
Pray for us as America will lie to us.
 
Now it’s time for a word from our President,
Talking about something like taxes
And needles to say distract us
From the tragic sensations uphold,
All their robots appear to being working,
Turn them on in the right mode.
The happy,
“Oh that’s unfortunate, that’s tragic.” 
Type.
Not really caring too much,
They just don’t want to be TOO White.
When their not,
Forcing down the thoughts of complex rec.
Assuming that if you speak up,
Your race will be next.
Robotic simulation programmed you to think,
That these officers and the government,
Could never hurt me.
But don’t forget,
This system was created by the cut throats of Europeans,
That has enslaved all of us, at least once 
With a flick on their hands.
Better snap out of the trance while you still can,
And command!
While we’re still the people,
Take my hand,
And help me form out a better plan,
For the people,
So we can defend the country we love enough to pretend,
That we don’t have a voice.
 
Pray for us as America will come for us.
Pray for us as America will reshape us.
Pray for us as America will kill us.
Pray for us as America will lie to us.
Pray for us,
As we are stuck in this system. 
 
This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression!