We're entrapped in this situation
called a country.
You're born here and can never erase the black off your skin.
Killings, like it's a game.

As a 'human' from this streets you're ashamed.
Ashamed of them, of those at helm,
hemming a just course.
Sending hounds to those who stand.

Those who stand for whatever reason against the powers that be.
Be it a child, be it the grown,
In pain they groan as the hunters bullets hit their bones.
We know why they are stiff at the neck,
their head is the devil, father of all evil.

Who do we fool if we say they will change,
they are a fire with a rage.
In rage to consume, they resume the slaughter, of those who against them utter.

At this point, a word is enough for you who's wise.
Bible's prophecies fullfill in your eyes, but you still want to Disguise?.
Disguise, that you don't know that it's from a freezer you get the ice.
It's from the Bible you get the truth, the truth that there is no hope found from any who is of Adam's root.

At another election, you'd still root for some being,
who inside of him is not really a being.
This is not the first promise to come out false,
for we who believe and those who are not with us.

Like a movie scripted, the end of this bedeviled world was documented.
It's playing for everyone to see, it's been released n no part of it will be ceased.


© Chinekwe Wilson