What They Do To Us Poem by Reginald Goodridge

What They Do To Us



They explain the most beautiful lies
corrupt our senses with emotion
where else in reality could wanting be so sweet
marketing young girls, fast cars, delicous foods
promises of better lifestyles, perfect moods

The truth is, they want one thing
for us to pay them, fuel their existance
bend over backwards to propell their wealth
make our lives a mockery of freedom
and promote their quickly crumbling kingdom

I cry sometimes because my people died
bled in the streets to AK-47 gangster beats
you ask, why did those rebels attack
because they had funds, amunition and a strong pact
they made sure their promoters got every investment dollar back

I can't speculate and tell you what is real
but I know how cold I feel
how completely numb I am
surely, overtly, they can, they can
control, kill, promote, rebuild, damn!

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