By Sian Kelly
This is strictly for the people
Who are lost ones like me.
Half woke, struggling.
Fighting against the sedative IV
Fighting the corrupt, the
Ones that don’t give a fuck.
Sleepwalkers. Third eyes wide shut
And ain’t trying to see.
This ain’t for the selfish or the heartless.
It’s for the spirits,
Battered bruised,
But still standing, trying to dispel the darkness.
The ones who pray for sunshine,
While cold world blizzard blowing.
Still snowing.
Smash the gas,
But the path is uphill both ways.
So the car keeps slowing.
Compass spinning…going haywire.
North star burned out.
We! Can’t! Breathe!
And the chokeholds won’t
Let. Us. Shout.
Lost ones get on the same page, then
Get pushed outside the margins.
With our lives,
We pay for their lies,
A poor beggar’s bargain.
Truth watered down,
Drug through the mud,
We know bullshit when we smell it.
To hate again
Is great again
(If you let them tell it).
We rock the vote,
The mock the vote.
-Blackballed.
Ball gagged, so my voice is mute.
Election day a month away,
Results already in dispute.
“Sit down!
Shut up!
Be Happy!
Be Quiet!
Forget the Boston Tea Party.
No sense, why loot and why riot?
Stick to a zero impact
March to the Washington mall.”
They want the movement to stall.
Want me to use the world “ALL!”
They swear that all lives matter-
Then turn around
And prove that mine is irrelevant.
Those lost like me
Hold these truths to be soul evident.
That one nation indivisible
Has always been a house divided.
Deal with lost ones
At the back door.
Never let them come inside it.
1619
1776
New vision 2020.
New mission for the one, unum
Formed from many.
I swear by the dawn’s early light
If you muthafuckers don’t want this bitch to fall
From shining sea to shining sea,
Into the (rising) sea,
Then quick fast in a hurry,
Liberty and justice for all.
(and this new all better include me.)
Angela Harrison 