INJUSTICE
The moon and the sun shines; only their time differs.
Basking on the euphoria of victory; he met empty coffers.
His kinsmen terrorize; everyone too afraid to speak
To a point blood became water, tension at its peak.
Men in uniform on sight, a relieve to the people
Only to turn around and shoot, those they swore to protect
Weeping and gnashing of teeth, an epidermic which spread like AIDS
Like the sound of a roaring lion, the people felt hades
When the moon turn red, the sun lost its shine
Darkness enveloped the soul, too much despair
The world kept mute, since they felt safe
Injustice swept across the land like a stormy wave
Where do we turn to? Where only the rich rule.
With a promise of democracy they rode to power.
Only to show supremacy, after a taste of power.
FROM THE STREET OF AFRICA✍🏾
