Treasure Island

Buxton Shippy

(7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

Express Yourself


Express yourself, even with sullen tears
In the eyes of their executioners.
Their hearts waxed cold from malice,
Will not see your fears,
Will not feel your sorrows;
So laugh and dance in the courts,
That flourish on fresh blood;
Stare them down with fire,
Hotter than judgment,
Burns in their sanctuaries.

Express yourself,
Whether its summer or winter,
Spite of the oppressors nets.
Technologies taking some hostage,
Can't find a job in the streets.
Before some start,
They succumb to defeat.

Express yourself, one time, two time or three;
Injustice is not confined to foreign lands
And liberty is a scarce commodity.
So what if they murder these children?
All they care bout is the moneeey.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 03, 2013

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