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Rivers of magma and mud
course through
my veins and arteries
heated by your disdain
inflaming every part of me
my rose-colored
vision now crimson
clears my perception
to see your indiscretions
my behavior?
merely your reflection
you can’t stomach
your own ugly
makes you regurgitate hate;
is giving you the bubblies
I tire of being
sh!tt'd on
by fire hoses
bitten on
by my best friends
In four-legged uniforms
at your prompting
Tired of continually wanting
what I never get:
common decency and respect
Tired of being portrayed
from cradle to grave
as either King Kong
or a slave
Tired of being the other
Tired of being the enemy
When in truth
I’m humanity’s mother.
Your existence begins
and it ends with me
You deprive me my history
like an unalienable right
Refuse to recognize
and legitimize my gripes
This is my plight
This is why I write
This is why the storefronts burn
what inequity ignites
in the hearts of exploited people –
not just here, but around the globe
From Arab Spring
to Occupy
to Hong Kong, China
your control is being challenged
credibility’s been damaged
hordes of the oppressed
awakening across the planet
like hibernating giants
the hubristic defiance
I’m confident is welling up in you
can only end in violence
For only systemic change
can cool this boiling blood.
and THAT is something
you will never willingly
be part of
What choice remains
outside of revolution?
-HymnAgen
