the truth, more like the lie. how many ants have to die?
buried in a sea of signs, the picket becomes the line.
standing in the place of mercy,
the lives of all that yield, this is the future, don’t lose sight,
To fight all that are different, to convince the world of its end, to never let love win.
Your role, so vital to the plan. Your title?
A Protest ant
Don’t worry we will combine the two injecting pride, history will be erased, more like replaced and encased,
Don’t worry Protest ants you will find your place. building your home only to be stomped into space. Oh sorry to be so blunt, but the lie has to stop. The masks, are without remissions the Blood, does not cause division. What are you sipping? Dip into this cup, give way to a new day, no longer a product the idea is sold away.
The old is folded in three, as the new releases.. see. Universal, no longer separate, the signs fall, as all players are ejected, hearts call. no more fists the hands join, lifted to the Son the will of the Father, all becomes one.
The thought drifts in the wind of time, redefining space in the process. The wall once a lofty dream has come to an end, bending rubber under pressure. Entering ways that were meant to remain shut, the feet scurry for safety, the noose is set for destruction, baited with lies of prosperity, the eyes widen, as the flesh indulges the mind slumbers blind to danger the snare snaps leaving the reward the silent rests, awaiting to be buried in trash, the spirit lifts no longer afraid the thought drifts.
Dear Black Man Lies embedded in us since birth, we live under a curse, slaves held by invisible chains, never traveling beyond our fears we cherish the cell, poverty sets in. the uniform don't respect, they judge before we speak, knowing our power they feed us words from their teleprompter, the propaganda keeps us blind from our strength, weakening us with their drugs we sin, Not against God but against ourselves, proving the stereotype to be true, STOP, the truth is we are not fighting skin we are fighting sin, It is a battle but only in the spirit ignorance has stripped us of our weapons, our strength given to their green and their thighs, their witches hex us as we lay, taking our secrets and giving us pain, cutting off our head with the sword of shame. The system is rigged you know that to be true, but who said you had to play? We are kings so why live as slaves. Walk in the light and shun their evil ways. We don't have to fight for we already won. Black man take pride in yourself, you have a purpose, one that uplifts and doesn't curse, the power is in your mouth so change your tone, live to love instead of being a clone, Adorn yourself in love, don't hate your skin, for the truth is all come from a black man.