THE THING WITH FEATHERS

A song to fill your ears with whilst reading - Last Words - Nas

Blind mind, devils eyes,
Those eyes are on the prize

 The unclean hand on the trigger,
It doesn’t linger, it doesn’t figure

 Without question, it pulls it,
With that, it hails biased bull-ets

 It’s an earthquake of gunshots, 
It’s only a matter of time before their clock stops

 Tsunami of crimson rivers,
The marble of life quivers

 Suffocating breath’s passage forever,
Another fatal endeavour

 Waves across the asphalt,
Halt, but it’s your fault?

 Lives drowning, levels rising like tides,
Rising and falling, we’re tired

 Like the oceans and seas, a reflection?
Of separate lands, opposing connection

 Mirrors these crimson rivers that separate,
The beauty of love from the hate

 Transparency opposed to murky,
We see segregation lurking

 Swimming thoughts make it clear,
It is them who grasp on to fear

 Because it’s a game change,
When there’s an energy exchange

 We speak with our bodies, souls and eyes,
And it’s our eyes on the prize

 With our fists raised as one nation,
To put an end to discrimination

 Together, unified we stand, banding,
Together, we will be the last ones standing.