When it Counts
De Wolf, the beast, swimming in a coat of red arms, the second richest man in an American.
Made millions from slavery, suspiciously the family tree has gone.
My brothers and sisters of colour, I feel your pain, I see the horror of the past, and present.
A show still being played out by the puppeteers.
We need to stick together, rigid and controlled, an unbreakable bond from the bottom.
While we are divided by pettiness, achievability will be none.
Being oppressed as we are, being poisoned by mental health and fear.
We are banging in a soundproof box, smash it, and true justice will appear.
Slavers haven’t gone, Chameleons only change their tone, they’ve got us dancing to a new tune.
Sex and materialism, our eyes closed, staring down the barrel of a gun.
The sheer number of the persecuted together, would cause a tidal wave of true meaning.
The powers that be would cut their losses and run, screaming.
Governments are puppets and armor for those that run the show, we need to push past them,
Drop petty differences and be mindful, we strive for the same goal.
Until the above is achieved, I sit here in peace, shouting in gags of society, will only cause more pain.
When a rebellion starts, give me a shout.
By Ellis Unchained
Work of Unchained Wisdom ©2020