The Guilt Trip
by Kenya Bryant
their cries are heard even in quietest storm
the pain and anguish of lives being taken
away, as if they had some penalty to pay
Being locked behind a barrier in which they
have nothing to do but shout,
shout until their tongues tire out
the people or whatever they may be
are hooked, living in a fantasy
These beings, if that is what they are
the ones i continuously beat and scar
calling them out
leaving them discarded
labeling them useless, lazy and retarded.
all that you've done cold-hearted and cruel
making them live under my rule
for i am an oppressor
and i'm ashamed to face
how i continuously contribute
to the destruction of the Black Race.
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Last update: 8 May 2000
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