Stand Up

Strings pulled



try to stop

and you won’t get a chance

they’ll deny you

three times

prove that crime pays

start screaming in your face

laces out

have no doubt

they’ll hang you

with a shoelace

switch to sandles

distract you with bullshit scandals

two bits for a shave

burried in a shallow grave

want you to conform

and give in

let them win

they call it sin

betray their kin

compost bin with your heart

theres no end to it

when did it start?

it’s past the halfway point

stop pointing fingers

this is bigger than a game

sing and dance

I’ll pray for rain

come at me

like a hurricane

singing the blues

on red-eye flights

no more white flight

stand up and fight

for justice

betrayed sisters and brothers

with a kiss

for too long

if you can’t sing

hum along

don’t act like you don’t know

the tune

hold my hand

I promise

the pain will end soon

melt silver coins

make a spoon

to take your medicine

the games not over

we might win…






About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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