How can I be ?
Proud of my struggle, but having nothing to show.
Guns , petrol, tires , gas, everything blows
Now I am standing on top of Museum building burned into ashes.
It Is smoke in the mirrors.
Look at our Repercussions.
Our legacy, our reputation.
Canvas and portraits of arrogance
Lies, deception, fractions results of politicians
Insurrection results of a failed mission
Blood used to paint our image
Poor quality in this fotos, because nothing changed.
You might think it is the 80’s,
because you can see tribalism and racism.
A perfect black and white picture.
Sound of freedom turned into sound of violence,
Ambulance, Police siren , people crying and dying
Hunger and poverty used as tourists attraction
They say look more poorer, so we can get more donation.
I am getting global media coverage,
Because I am queuing and walking long distance for food,
Not because we are getting killed , abused and treated unfairly.
They look at me and say Africa is starving
Took my pics , post them on social media. Now they are laughing.
Being born with a price tag, that says you not worth it, because your black.
Government looted everything from the poor
Now the poor are looting the government.
It is like a stolen movie.
Those who started it all and who are behind it, are not getting their credit and spotlight .
If we change looting to colonization , then they would be heroes.
Not sure whether to say goodbye or good night
Because when you're in Phoenix , this might be your last night.