FRANKLY SPEAKING

All of you, you are mad 

thunder fire your generations 

even if you are mistakenly buried with coffin

we will dig you out and mutilate your bodies 

you shameless blood suckers

who look down on your fellow blacks 

smile as they are being oppressed 

then you personally cash out and swiftly weaponize poverty 

you sit on dining tables wasting foods

drinking wine in golden cups

that which none of your ancestors ever used

you shall fall flat on your overblown rotund bellies

may the grave never recognise your corpses

you have made us till in pains 

we have strive in discomfort

and may your happiness turn bitter sour 

for each tear we shed

it shall feast on your heart like acid

eat so deep that you'll haemorrhage through your nose

and smear yourself with your own blood

 

we had so much hopes in you

but your beast came out too soon

forgetting how we stood in the sun voting 

you are a bastard, henceforth, cursed

you shall surfer 600 years

for dashing people's hopes

rasing a fence for your citizens 

instead of building a long table 

@talk2leigh

16 Feb 2021

9:10am