Condemned as a criminal crook
Three ropes round my neck hooked;
One for being a black,
The other a member of an oppressed ethnic,
And the third a victim of a wrath from a pandemic.
Day time as I walk
At night as I lay on my back
I fear from the gallows which one would whack
And break my neck.
All these injustices
For a crime accused;
Asking for peace
To lead my life without being abused.
I am bemused but not confused
There is no excuse,
Governance is misused.
But I take cognizance,
It does no more surprise me one bit
The world is now led by most unfit pits
Who donít deserve to look after a kit
Let alone human beings with voracious appetites,
In the face of plights,
To fight and defend for their rights.
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