the poetry
uprooted tree
Never forget y’all
Except the crimes that go
Always forgotten
Transplanted olives
Split y’all
New roots rotten
Bitter branches of foreign trees
All while
Branches claiming roots from the seeds
That bleed
Autumn to fall
The leaves call
For blood that boils
Against y’all
And still y'all
never tasted the rains that feed
the soil
peace
Peace
We all want peace, right?
Focus on the day and you won’t see the night
You turned off the lights, then handed us matches
Called it illumination
Then get mad when we ask if
Your christ would approve
“How dare you insinuate…”
Comfortable in your faith, asking
“You think a christian could hate?”
Yes
Protest is only effective when peaceful, right?
I know, I hear you
“You’re so negative”
“You don’t see the light, the good happening…”
You’re right
We should all be so willfully blind
Tell others to find hope
While minding their oppressors
Clinging to promises based in bias
While promoting your brother is lesser
Your faith a weapon of oppression
Disguised as hope
Christian aggression
Hope
For who?
The lessons gone
A rope bound by violence
And told to go pray in silence
“Hey, don’t be so negative”
“You’re only focused on the bad…”
I hear you, but I don’t feel you
Remember christ called YOU out when he turned the tables
But you’d rather picture the peaceful lamb of fables
Keep your god
Real hope is worth
Fighting for
Real hope is worth
Fighting for