Old McDonald stole this proverbial farm,
Civil war shall forever be constant, sharecropping alms
How long can you profit from what is not yours 2b bought and sold?
Selling souls of folk for lore, prey for lords, thoughtless for innocence
Fetishes for supremacy, dis’sed as lesser than equals, written in blood credo
Buck wild sequels serial fealty to make believe, vested in offshore accounts
Emancipated Jim crow flies, buzzing and striking to pass time, in markets buy and buy
Diaspora was just the middle passage, so where does it leave US if not marooned, out to see?
Trusting bills of Abe linking Harriet Tubman to dollars for change, blood, sweat and tears
Currency is revoked as the same ole story is invoked to begin again, pledging ole glory
War torn ravages as ego persists in distorting outcome even in next to kins and/or progeny
Original Sins cannot be discounted by displays of chivalry over false sovereignty, conglomerate’ Ly
Rallying cries of rebels championed as rightful owners of justice pretend its life of liberty
Crowds roar for homeland security scores, even as visitors are denied parity within tilled soils
Vagabonds in spirit hover over a globe of displacements’ hopes to find home revisited
Hate filled kiosks, high off ignorant rants of familiar ties, rallies wake against them tidal lies
Meanwhile, spiritual warfare replenishes its ranks, even whilst the torches of ill still burn
Soon, marks promise kept, the arches of justice will turn upright, as balance always intend
We the people, shall have it our way, we deserve and shall take and make our break today…..