A Part of the World
We Are Not Apart from but a Part Of
A part of the world
Welcome to the iAge
The temptations of an Apple
Kindles the flame of a sage
Amazon warriors
Rage for sales and savings
Lamborghini angels
Got rich weapons racing
A part of them all
A fiasco in the mall
Answer Black Friday's call
And that of the Trinity
Victoria, Merrion
Holy St John
Dark denim jeans
They come in pairs to hide in plain sight
Contact lenses
They come in pairs to see far and wide
Grey Janoskis
They come in pairs to stand upright
Dove like wings
They come in pairs for the flight to land
Two by two fold on the Ark only to row
Fools led by fools onward the chant
Oh to the polls
And death comes in 3s
So don't be stumped
Only in 3s may we be trumped
Only in 3s may we be trumped
They're not done yet
Nearly ready to herald the end of dunya
Many more horsemen for the right to choose from
Many more horsemen for the right to choose from
A part of the system
Made for cis white men
We complain for lack of inclusion
But we're all lost in the system
So what do you call that then?
A part of the ship
You can watch it sink
Front row view to voyeur the violence
If you miss it, if you blink
Audiobooks, YouTube too
Stream it for free
Vicariously vent vitriol speech
And from the ship to the sky
Soar over great seas
Greatness that is plain to see
Over Pakistan and Palestine
Constant drone of constant drones
Devilish drum kit
Beating out lives
Constant drone of constant drones
Paint the wind with grief
Blood on kites
Another strange fruit
Antoher southern breeze
South Carolina to Syria
Yarlswood and Yemen
Ain't it strange, ain't it strange?
Obama's reign left us the same
Though I didn't expect a thing
Black men ain't perfect, certainly not kings
Just hoteps hotstepping
All over your screens
So nothing's changed nothing's changed
Global chains, global pain
Volence is viral
The strongest strain
A part of the world
A part of the Earth
A part of the world
Sink into the dirt
A part of the world
I age of ages
I age and age
We spend and spend
But we cannot save
So unto angels
So wanting to be
Apart from the world
Heaven is the door
About the Creator
Ògún Poeticking
I write to capture the catharsis of love and protest.
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