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The Truth


Crypts, Bloods, Nortenos, Surrenos and Boarder Brothers,

Focus on small differences and kill another.

They isolate and destroy indiscriminately ,

Not knowing they play into the game of white supremacy.



They are "Knights" in the game of neo-colonialism,

As the "Kings" market it to the pawns as friendly globalism.

We are bought and sold a life like that of slaves on the sale block,

As we become bound by bondage again in a prison cell block.



Activist like "Rooks" charge forward in one direction,

yet voices are ignored as youth prefer to follow One Direction.

We are under the foot of an educational embargo,

As we accept what is fed to us remaining ignorant, refusing to know.





The "Queen" are the intellectual elite who are free to navigate,

Although they are aware of the system that they are bound by fate.

They move straight forward and if need be diagonally ,

Like the aforementioned "Knights" trying not to be a bagged body.




You are the "Bishop" who with knowledge and ability may preach,

Taking fruit from this poem to help expand your reach.

Will you choose to be knowledgeable of the situation and remedy this infliction,

Or will you become blocked by pawns and assassinated by the next generation?
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