What’s going on?
Why’s it all so WRONG?
People suffering in poverty,
Causing endless misery,
Whilst others, commit daylight robbery,
Through their wicked mans trickery,
Disguising it as, political wizadry,
Which is why, they’re so slippery,
In their realm, of political treachery,
Foaming at the mouth,
With their swollen stomachs,
Whlist the pigs are dining on $5000 dishes,
Eating the flesh of calves & exotic fishes
Whilst enjoying other people’s riches,
When the owners are jilting with pulsating twitches,
400 years in cotton pickers money,
Lining their stomachs with their hard earnt honey,
Taking pride in the foolish man’s bravery,
By taking the souls of our people in shackled slavery,
Bought us to their lands,
to cripple & cage our minds,
Whilst they kick us from behind…
The stories that remain untold,
Will begin to unfold…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem