Black people, grey walls, white eyes

eyes of sorrow

eyes that have seen the bellicose of the country

the country of dreams


dreams prepared

dreams despaired

dreams disappeared

the rest forgetting and leaving

not helping, scared

scared of our own people

not helping, scared

scared to see what we have put them in

wishing they don’t live the way they do  

wishing what we want

while they wish for what they need

wishing brings us up

wishing brings them down

bringing them to street sides

bringing them behind bars

bringing the reputation stronger

asking ourselves why do they do what they do

why can’t they survive

why do we ask the questions

why is there no help

is the world scared to enter

like the basement of a haunted house

where the house is the country

the country where dreams are made…



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