picture-perfect people - Zoya Mothupi-Sarges

Boy soldier beware for your living in a four-boxed square

Boy soldier, your justice is a treasure chest buried by the pirates

Picture perfect people, afraid to do what’s right

Picture perfect people, will they ever be capable of equality PO-lice

You better run when they come cause that chocolate face has been marked by disgrace

OH! the soil where they made us slaves! No we weren’t even free in the afterlife Let our humanity Rest In Peace

You were ten when you had your first gun to your head, beware young son

For your living in a four legged fed- Ex box

White male, white female, black female

And black male.

And you young son are the aftershock

Of

A

White

White

Thunderbolt.

Picture perfect people, afraid to do what’s right

Picture perfect people, will they ever be capable of equality

PO-lice

Every meal could be our last,

No goodbyes is our reality.

Al we desire is a judge who wont be convinced by a liar

Where are our rights this cant be right?

Where Are Our Rights?

Picture perfect people , looking into crimes

Picture perfect people, will they ever see, we’re clearly in the right

You don’t need to fret, cause your not the ones being perceived as threats

Our anger is a challenge for our rights, where are our rights, this is not right

Hundreds, thousands, millions are subjected to the same fears

Oh their bars that keep them safe, they’re not locking you out, their capturing themselves.

In their fears of what this modern adage could be

This is not right. Where are our rights.

Picture perfect people, afraid to do what’s right

Picture perfect people, these pirates of society