Targeted individuals the revolution of poetry E-Book

Laura Patricia Kearney

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Defending ourselves is a living right, but in the mist of life sometimes we find ourselves fighting on the wrong side lost on false ideas, we shouldn't have to fight at all but if you do you better be sure what team your on for one day soon we all must stand before god without money without power or designer Gucci's

In this moment nothing that matters will matter but truth

Leseprobe

Laura Patricia Kearney

Targeted individuals the revolution of poetry

To the underdogs, the bravest of humanity For these people don't sell or murder for profit and power but live and let live BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Targeted individuals murder on the streets

Targeted individuals    

Carl marx

Malcolm x, the night lost

I’m saturated in the dark

A resolution

Let’s talk

Point to the streets of dublin

Men and women

Ye, yes pay your slaves

This’d currier of money

When thee

Suits there dusky heart

Ye fellow’s

We was

Played

Debt for your free land

From the start

Organ’s for sale

Taxed for dirty air

Whiskey

And stale

And in the morning

Old jimmy

Counting dimes n dollars

For the White collar crime

Now let’s rhythm

Wrong on the streets

I’m not always right

But a brother always a brother

Ye, another

Dead every minute

Robbery

Snobbery

I've seen that

But brothers see this

Feel me out 

Politicians agreed

Freed on

pain n greedy

A new sort of

Yea, needy

Color ain’t gonna divide us

Coz, love

That

Is

Between us

Now read me

We don’t come in nationality's

Our blood same color

Brother

That’s a division ye know

Love doesn't care where your from

This message is for the revolution

Hating for the sake of hating

Fighting for the other solution

Coz, it ain’t race

They won’t let us be

Brother

n' thee

Its profit’s

on the problem

Karl Marx

Let’s start

History

From today 

And your story

n' the poor

n 'the poor

Were sitting here

Sorting the last drop

Of hope

Old whiskey n stale

Tell mother n father

I’ll work harder

For bale and ale

The price of forgiveness

My patience frail

In the revolution of Marx

Counting my singles

Though principles gone

It won't be long

Let’s rhythm

A song

For the people to get along