The Lease Poem by Broaden Rawd

Those widows ain't willows don't let em weep
The graves ain't pillows don't let em sleep
Those lives were taken not given free
The lies are pervasive not just speech

This country's foundation is slavery
Of the times and the minds of my people's deeds
What leads to the future is not purity
Of a race's suture for this wound that bleeds

The racist futures lack morality
The karmatic laws cry out a decree
Diminishing returns with lives and pleas
Time to pay the lease plus fees