Reality check
Swept under the rug,
Like all the things,
We hush hush about.
Did you not remember,
where you stand?
Because they do.
When the grounds are shaky,
It’ll be swept from,
Under your feet.
Yes, on the paper,
You are them, they’re you.
On the ground, not so true.
Rights are equal, in the book,
Ask to read them,
and they will,
Torch your schools.
But don’t you scream,
or the masters shall chant,
While they slit your throats.
When all is done,
And the ashes remain,
On you will lay the blame.
If this seems like Déjà vu,
Remember in circles,
Goes the time
And for every generation, it rings true.
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