Free AI web copilot to create summaries, insights and extended knowledge, download it at here

Abstract

your farms.Yet still, we accept our fate And carry on, Like it’s a part of life.The news speaks of trillions When a new budget is announced, Not forgetting loans from the IMF. Politicians promising improvement to your lives, Trickle-down is what the statement pronounces, But as always nothing changes, And the people get on with their lives, No complaints, culture colonized, Just like what the founders predicted.Election day is just around the corner, Bulletproof vehicles and police escorts, Some office seekers are in the ghetto, Spraying bills from tinted windows, Bribing their way to re-election. Yes, even the poor are dishonest, Perhaps the only thing that truly trickles down. But I ask this, can you really blame them? When their pockets are bare and empty.And what choice do they even have, When all the candidates Are products of a system That’s designed to keep them in destitution.So they don’t complain and they carry on living, Accepting their misfortune, As destined and ordained, Did I mention their culture colonized?But now enters the bully that enforces, The gangster dressed in uniform, With a badge, and gun that keeps on pointing,

Options

Part-time protector and full-time oppressor.Never late, for weekly collections, You know how it is, turn a blind eye Whilst their partners plunder. And need I forget, the random searches, A little greasing, so you can keep on driving, And God forbid, if you don’t have it, A trip to the station, for a few rounds of torture, Some slapping around till your memory remembers, That uncle, that might’ve a little bit of money. — Needless to say, this only happens to the masses.It seems today, that a new leaf is turning, It appears to me that decades of anger has erupted.Isn’t it enough that corruption goes unprotested, Isn’t it enough that we’ve accepted our destitution, Our role at the bottom of your pyramid.Now your thugs come to harass us, Take the little That sustains our livelihood.I tell you what the great beast has awoken, It’s grown tired of all your poking, It wants an end to the police racketeering, The beast is angry and it’s going nowhere.— Perhaps it may even be just the beginning.Thank you for reading. I wrote this over a week ago, before the horrific events that transpired on the 20th of October.</article></body>

A Culture Colonized

Reclaiming its identity

I hear your cries, Your calls for change, The whole world does, They’re not in vain.

How far I am From my true homeland, Vast oceans separate me from My mothers kin, Yet how close I feel To their rebellious hearts.

It’s been far too long, That injustice has been normalized. Existing unquestioned, Like it was supposed to be there.

Tell me, Ooh motherland, Were you always this way? Was it your culture to be corrupt?

Politicians and multi-national cartels, Drilling deep, sucking you dry, For some black gold, To siphon away.

How about the indigenes of your sacred lands, The ones whose fields have been left to rot, By all the fracking, industry demands. Notwithstanding the waste it leaves behind, The black poison that ruins your farms.

Yet still, we accept our fate And carry on, Like it’s a part of life.

The news speaks of trillions When a new budget is announced, Not forgetting loans from the IMF. Politicians promising improvement to your lives, Trickle-down is what the statement pronounces, But as always nothing changes, And the people get on with their lives, No complaints, culture colonized, Just like what the founders predicted.

Election day is just around the corner, Bulletproof vehicles and police escorts, Some office seekers are in the ghetto, Spraying bills from tinted windows, Bribing their way to re-election. Yes, even the poor are dishonest, Perhaps the only thing that truly trickles down. But I ask this, can you really blame them? When their pockets are bare and empty.

And what choice do they even have, When all the candidates Are products of a system That’s designed to keep them in destitution.

So they don’t complain and they carry on living, Accepting their misfortune, As destined and ordained, Did I mention their culture colonized?

But now enters the bully that enforces, The gangster dressed in uniform, With a badge, and gun that keeps on pointing, Part-time protector and full-time oppressor.

Never late, for weekly collections, You know how it is, turn a blind eye Whilst their partners plunder. And need I forget, the random searches, A little greasing, so you can keep on driving, And God forbid, if you don’t have it, A trip to the station, for a few rounds of torture, Some slapping around till your memory remembers, That uncle, that might’ve a little bit of money. — Needless to say, this only happens to the masses.

It seems today, that a new leaf is turning, It appears to me that decades of anger has erupted.

Isn’t it enough that corruption goes unprotested, Isn’t it enough that we’ve accepted our destitution, Our role at the bottom of your pyramid.

Now your thugs come to harass us, Take the little That sustains our livelihood.

I tell you what the great beast has awoken, It’s grown tired of all your poking, It wants an end to the police racketeering, The beast is angry and it’s going nowhere.

— Perhaps it may even be just the beginning.

Thank you for reading. I wrote this over a week ago, before the horrific events that transpired on the 20th of October.