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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