Black Child

Black child you are on your own, we are being

Caught in the middle of charlotte’s web between

Two great nations, using our so-called leaders as

Bishops, pawning us and promising us the great

Kingdom, our forefathers sacrificed for.

 

I am in isolation while the new world order is

Taking place, I am quarantined and instilled the

Perception that my solitary is saving a life while

The 4th industrial revolution is implemented in this

Dire times of my generation.

 

Freedom of speech is no more, it’s illegal to challenge

The system, my brothers and sisters given fire arms to

Force us in our houses, brutalised in the name of maintaining

Order, yet here I am thought the aim was to save lives,

Black child you are on your own.

 

Funny how this epidemic caused such dissociation amongst us

As much as it should’ve unified us, it doesn’t make sense for

An essential worker why one would seek fresh air outside

Their house as much it doesn’t make sense for the one making

A living on the streets to be treated hostile by another brother

Or sister in uniform whom promised to protect them yet it makes

Sense what William Lynch taught to be instilled within us.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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