The Reverse Fight : A Freewrite Poetry.

He ain't seen muffin
Toothless mouth puffing
Smokes in the air, thick breathing
Foaming with anger, vexing
One argue there, macheted
A disagreement, butcheted
Who will help the black race
Neither can this illiterate do.
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The story told so far
Come, lay hold of the sofa
A virgin made to cry
Forceful things done to her
While we watch from far
Race placard, protest
Shout on the street, go for shop thefts
Who profit from this March so grotesque
Why can't we fight clean
Claim our birthright in peace.
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Tell of this young man killed
Cops are guilty of this
His colour and minor things was his sin
And was never able to plead guilty and set free
Pissed till his spirit became free
Followed by a break in of streets fight
Never ending cycle of death.
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The dead is gone
Each takes sides
Let's learn now that the deed is done
While all black arise
No againt the cop or government
Not against shop owners in thefts
Alas, we eating ourselves
Sending our black image to the end.
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In disarray standing
One by one they take us out
Look whose got your back
Check, backbiters all around
They sold there brothers for a penny
As our grandfathers did to us then.
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[All the pictures were from my WhatsApp gallery, I tried using Google lens to search the internet source but no source came out]

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