Friday, September 24, 2010
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Jonathan Anu: The World Inside My Head |
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I am over capacitated with your lack of care for the quality of human life,
Pensions over people cut the tension with a knife,
This is not a fluke, and I am not a coward by far,
So consider these words as a declaration of war.
No jobs, no insurance, no opportunity, no endurance,
But plenty reassurance,
That help is on the way,
but that’s hard to believe when there are thousands are hungry where I stay,
Where my people are sold dreams and wake up empty handed,
Stranded in a sea of misfortune,
Oppression and extortion,
Praying for the abortion, of your seed of terror,
That you planted in our lives,
That led generations to their demise,
I despise,
Your capitalism,
Your public school system,
And your government assistance is making welfare victims,
Lives are being ruined because of your selfishness and greed,
Cut back on military spending,
And maybe there will be funds to get what we need,
Like better schools and medicine for the ill,
More grants for businesses,
And redevelopment where we live,
And it will, bring more employment,
Start healing the wounds of pain and torment,
From living in day by day trauma,
The drama,
Makes the summer ten times hotter,
And the winter even colder,
No one to help,
No one to even lend a shoulder,
To lean on,
So until then,
We aim to win
I’m busting bullets on the front line with my prophetic pen,
Dropping these verbal bombs because we are tired of being patient,
Invading your camp, exposing your whole operation,
We fighting for liberation,
The elevation of degradation,
Now it’s a dilemma that you’re facing,
Our emancipation or this war declaration.
Pensions over people cut the tension with a knife,
This is not a fluke, and I am not a coward by far,
So consider these words as a declaration of war.
No jobs, no insurance, no opportunity, no endurance,
But plenty reassurance,
That help is on the way,
but that’s hard to believe when there are thousands are hungry where I stay,
Where my people are sold dreams and wake up empty handed,
Stranded in a sea of misfortune,
Oppression and extortion,
Praying for the abortion, of your seed of terror,
That you planted in our lives,
That led generations to their demise,
I despise,
Your capitalism,
Your public school system,
And your government assistance is making welfare victims,
Lives are being ruined because of your selfishness and greed,
Cut back on military spending,
And maybe there will be funds to get what we need,
Like better schools and medicine for the ill,
More grants for businesses,
And redevelopment where we live,
And it will, bring more employment,
Start healing the wounds of pain and torment,
From living in day by day trauma,
The drama,
Makes the summer ten times hotter,
And the winter even colder,
No one to help,
No one to even lend a shoulder,
To lean on,
So until then,
We aim to win
I’m busting bullets on the front line with my prophetic pen,
Dropping these verbal bombs because we are tired of being patient,
Invading your camp, exposing your whole operation,
We fighting for liberation,
The elevation of degradation,
Now it’s a dilemma that you’re facing,
Our emancipation or this war declaration.
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