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Terrorist States
Terrorist States
Let’s talk about
how
I RAN…
terrorized by
state sponsored
terrorism.
How
I RAN,
ran away from
Amerikkkan injustice
of the piece clutches
because that
Justice of the Peace
had his clutches
on his piece
as he approached me –
terrorizing me
on my own streets
for allegedly
fitting some
description.
Since we still
all look alike
through dark blue
hued prescriptions!
I RACK
my brain
like I’m
SO DAMNED INSANE
‘cause I can’t make sense
of this bullshit war game
anymore.
Misnomered,
the fucking “Drug War”
when it’s more like
a war on his perception
of Thugs.
But since when
is Blackness
a narcotic?
Granted
a hard dick
or a wet snatch
can get some so high
once they cum
they never go back
to their own –
unable to leave
our jungle-loving alone,
but I digress.
Who is the terrorist
when my people
feel stress
from the chance
lingering glance
of the Gestapo?
Yet, the shrinking
majority
wants to claim
this is not so…
that looking
at enforcers
without fear
in our eyes
constitutes
suspicious grounds
for being terrorized!
Giving them
the off-the-cuff
power to decide
our public assemblies
are the actions
of home-grown enemies
and thus, made
a misdemeanor.
“Break it up;
you’re loitering,”
the common
Gestapo procedure
for maintaining
intimidation
in our young male
population.
See while their hoods
receive patrols,
our hoods
get occupation.
Might as well
be in Gaza
slinging rocks
at their body armor!
Will we be forced
to resort to being
suicide bombers?
I pray
I never see the day
they live to rue.
- HymnAgen
Thursday, September 3, 2015
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