how do I tell them
stop shooting
they are being shot at
“its like sport”
hunting each other
because they keep
hearing that
they are worthless
so they disconnect
from the god within
hunted by everybody else
no chance of growing up
more friends dead than alive
some of their dads didn’t survive
orphans of city streets
mistreated by the law
of the lawless served up
like runaways by the paddy rollers
combatants in the war on drugs
caught in the terror
treated like a terrorist
tracked profiled force
fed greasy educations
they can’t stick out
not dumb enough to
believe the Wizard
looking at the pipeline
school to prison
incarceration still
the plantation
no post race
just post haste
genocide
Oz is imploding
gonna be the
movie capital of the world
mega producers of mass illusion
dazzling purveyors
of poorly made
useless
shiny shit
toxic kisses from
the globally elite
the original colonialist
turning north america
into a bedroom community
no jobs for the slaves
new slaves in other countries
will work for food
will work for water
everybody has lost their land
corporations own it all
gmo’s drones compstat stop and frisk
war on terrorist on your block
better muzzel your mouth
stop thinking out loud
do like the preacher say
ask for a better master
be a better slave
how can I ask them to stop shooting
when we are lead by
the dead content to put food
on their plates while the
world starves play ball
go along and get along
drink the damn cool aid already
how we gone live
if them rowdy
boys keep shooting each other
dying all over the american dream
on the 10 o clock news
& on a block near you
how can I disarm them
when every 36 hours
one of them leaves the
earth blood on dirt
broken hearts and
cycles that refuse to be broken
truth thats ignored
the funk of hard facts
ignored on reality tv
but still real
but you want them to lay
down the steel
lay down and be run over
by the wheel
while the band plays
and the preacher shouts