Depressed bodies pressed to wall.
Compressed, suppressed
But still obsessed by politicians.
The vey practitioner of this trade.
You parade after them.
Inflicting pain on rest for momentarily gains.
Ignoring very reins that permanently dislocate, isolate us.
Among us we install fear, darkness
But After every dawn there is light.
And for that light we fight
This is for those who defied realm of human understanding.
With standing against all the hate.
They did not take shelter in predestined fate.
I am talking about Marley's, Martin Luther's Mandela's.
The heavy hearted phantoms who haunted racist, fascist
Whose legend stood test of time.
Legacy never endangered.
Today these renegade's stories are important than ever.
To rise up against the tyrants, deceivers
To forge up our own destiny
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