Sweet scents are all that escape America
Daises and roses fill the air
With an aroma that doesn’t match the despair
Felt inside the bowels of the empire
Ain’t democracy a joke
When kings and queens still bestow and revoke
Our rights, and tell us our ways are wrong
It’s okay to kill a black kid but don’t hit a bong
It’s okay to exploit the worlds riches
Bit don’t live your life in any type of way
Establishment doesn’t deem right
Whats the difference between a robber baron
And a robber with bare pockets?
Probably the color of his skin
Plus all the exclusive clubs the robber baron is in
What’s the difference between the warden and the inmate?
In truth a clean slate just means you haven’t been caught
And the loyalty of a man marked for death
Can rarely be bought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem