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Hush! Hearken...
It's mounting.
Voices. Small voices. No voices;
Shades of black voices.
Hearken!
You'll hear it,
From the slums, the town halls, the South,
From the South-east, the 'shit hole continent', the projects.
Crying on the streets, on Twitter.
Justice! Justice! Justice!
Have your ways but give us justice.
Hush! Think...
We say we are superior.
Our race, our ethnicity, our zone;
Even our lives too.
We say we are superior humans than them;
Because we got privilege.
We say we deserve life, liberty and leadership than them;
Because we got some form of power.
So we criticize, brutalize
Discriminate, exasperate
Unsympathetically, nepotistically.
Hush! Quit...
Quit pointing fingers,
It's you, me too,
Not just the oppressive other.
We're all culprits and victims.
Flip the search light,
Search the nooks of your soul;
We're not altogether so lovely.
Search the crannies;
We are guilty too.
This global reform cuts deeper,
If it swiftly dawns on us
That ALL BLACK LIVES MATTER.
