Mogue

A calm collective of critters creeps through cracks on broken sidewalks
A large respect for bitter creeps who buried their hope in bedrock
A worn and wilted willow tree sits solemnly as its limbs talk
To the ever-present man who sleeps on open corners of city blocks
A pair of sparrows whispering on lines of electricity
While chalk outlines the sidewalk of a man who sold to junks for cheap
Sparingly the sparrows croak to mammas cries and silent chokes
The block had lost another one, a lynching mark on people's hope
Spray paint cans on window sills of impoverished painted houses
With people packing packages that think they can get out of this
A smokey scent soon fills the air as gunshots fire but bullets miss
A world wrapped in silver lines will border those who take the hit
Left and right, the eyes will look, a pitter-patter scatter
A flash, a blue, a car will pass, passing miles per hour
The white lines that mark the street will feel the earthly cower
Of street noise and innocence, one of which is louder

The black top's always burning on the other side
Keep the world afloat to spin around the world another time
Walking even further from the block to see the landmines
Of our time
Apartheid
Keep in mind
These aren't the words to die by
Concrete confluence crawls through cardboard cutouts of conquerors
Speak your words just don't speak them in front of officers
I hear the click-clack of the window doors closing
Now I walk along in the dark, still loathing

There is no happy ending, the world will fly by
And the drive-by will take up all the conqueror's time
A court of pain, as the killer is eyed
The jury will be hung, another hate crime flies