SELF REFLECTION – spoken word

Your tattoos are your medals your soldier’s parade
Your tags are everywhere
just look at those 4 faces ´on stolen ground, that’s sacred
you are the number one salesman of weapons and pharmaceuticals worldwide
yet criminalize the small fry, who sells nines, and dimes

your flag is your rag

the continent you stole is your territory,

you criminalize the natives of Turtle Island

and commodify their suffering

you omit your history

because it is a scary story

They play the victim, when they have always been the oppressor
Oh, they will bunker down in the land they stole
they rather blow up the planet then give up any control
They rather defecate on the earth, and move to Mars
Then try to live in harmony with the planet
because that’s just too hard

they lock us up, for fighting in the street
while they make war with the global south
killing people of color to make sure they don’t breed
Their Lady Liberty is a KKKlans woman with her hood in her back pocket, holding volume one of Mein Kampf, and a torch, which she probably means to use in a hate crime

They still believe that God will reward them
And punish BIPOC
Just like their foreign policy Punished BIPOC
Just like their banks Punished BIPOC