Oh Gee


I’ve never been

quite rapperly

but I kinda flow

poetically

and I do so kinda

naturally

my tongue just skips

so happily

but my mind feels so

berserk lately

i had to sit

& write for me

introspection immediately

compartmentalize

the things I see

dissociate

from what I’ve seen

the real life horrors

that make me scream

begging nightmares

turn back to dreams

begging unawares

to view the scenes

to hear the screams

TO

HEAR

THE

SCREAMS

and the pleas

AND THE PLEASE

sacred

fucking

soliloquies

wailed at vapid NPCs

pursuing

the American dreams

pursuing

BIG MONEY schemes

Colonialism

Capitalism

EARTH MOTHER cut deep

aggressive incision

EARTH MOTHER’S own children

lost in division

paralyzed [in]decision

major hyperfocus

co-opted attention

many of her SOUL-ders

now stuck in detention

wars major players

all vote in absention

EARTH MOTHER’S own children

food forced absention

political theatrics

a worldwide convention

political collusions

too heinous to mention

1 2 3 4

self immolations

all leading up

to a mass starvation

dread feeling heavy

in existential

every fucking breath

feels monumental

conversations flowing

in all tangentials

brain over analytics

crave instrumentals

grounding down my body

so I don’t go mental

manic

mindful

moments

feel transcendental

yet I feel

so mental

i FEEL

so mental

Don’t know

what I just said

Don’t know

what I just read

or when I last fed

or how many are dead

there’s

so

many

dead.

i only see red.

it’s the blood

on their hands

our sweat

pays for their plans

they chase oil sands

ignore our demands

shake back door hands

and Stan foreign lands

An Earth Mother offers babes

the meat from her hand

All Earth Mothers sacrifice

it’s not meant

to trivialize

you need to

unveil your eyes

stop sending

our babes

to die

stop sending

bombs to fly

stop forcing

the rivers dry

all the trauma

causes apathy

the drama

and celebrity

behind the curtain

we’ve all seen

your silence

NOW

is too obscene.

time

to drag out

the guillotine

time

to lick

the whole plate clean.

I’m feeling

Revolution-y

None of us

are free

until

all of us

are

FREE.