by Sylvan Lightbourne
Got my own blocks, my own stocks,
we truly defined, we come signed
to do the job, we post woefully, willfully
five star general says he never dies.
Ain't next to a dream, we fought bitterly.
Ain't asking not, who we come at dark,
now they know, punishment comes so forcefully
it rocks and blows.
Backwards we stay, no foolish game we intend to play.
The dark comes, we started slums,
internally it come, dark made soldier's run;
tear no walls down, for free we plumps;
with lucks, for nuggets we struck.
We shall emulate their existence
as a curse reinparted,
reiterated, reissue, an reinvented issue.
With riots and brigades, would bend
the police blockades.
A sadened headache, a life has to go through,
for your own life and the life of your kids,
to survive too.
Last updated September 13, 2016