Revolution is Cool, What Comes Next is More Fun

And it’s on to the genocide

After you labeled me

Branded, enslaved me

Then as a beast, stabled me

Tabled my questions

And grievances then

Made me feel I was less

Than a man among men

When some semblance of freedom

Was finally reached

You just kicked down the doors

As our homelands were breached

And then preached your divine

Racial right to rule,

Hatred fuel speech

Then you slaughtered my people

In droves

As was shown

To the rest of the world

A facade

Mockery history

As it added more jobs

To polluted and muted

Vox populi rooted

In fear that their name

Is the next new recruited

To die by the bullet

The blade or the bang

Or the furnace forged famine’s

Frail hope hunger pang