Ode of Charlie
I won’t crazy when a ‘nazi’ dies,
Nor a foolish ‘klansmen’.
Remaining stuck in racist lies,
Colonial times again.
Soon the bitter buried will rise.
Return to the king’s throne, what then?
Is the throne what ‘they’ all most prize?
‘They’ will resort to violence again.
Our spirits are tired, hopeless.
It feels like it’s all part of a grand scam.
‘Their’ hope is to quell, to depress,
to keep us imprisoned in our body, master’s plan.
Lack of empathy, not progress.
Doing what ‘they’ tell us, not what we should, original sin.
‘They’ build to only destroy and oppress. Maybe it’s time for ideas like these to die, damn.