I must read this
For these words did not come from me
These are the shouts of THIS piece of paper
These are the qualms of the Paper Revolutionary
For scholars, thinkers, poets, philosophers, prophets
They write their innermost anguish
That their environment whipped to their soul
They document everything
Some memorize what they document
And use these words of revolution for fame
For fortune, favour
And other F words
But had I the arms I would punch on the faces of the transgressive oppressors
Till their conscience bleed
And the world be washed
By their bitter blood
I would not be the bearer of words of freedom
And equity
And hope of justice
I would kill the cause of crime
Not the rippled effect
Not the street child
Ghetto-youth-brother-killer
But the king in the castle who allow the demons to roam the land
To rape the minds and tarnish the souls
But I am PAPER and my revolution can only be witnessed by the literate few
I am PAPER and easily burnt by the false fires of Human's INhumanity
For these words did not come from me
These are the shouts of THIS piece of paper
These are the qualms of the Paper Revolutionary
For scholars, thinkers, poets, philosophers, prophets
They write their innermost anguish
That their environment whipped to their soul
They document everything
Some memorize what they document
And use these words of revolution for fame
For fortune, favour
And other F words
But had I the arms I would punch on the faces of the transgressive oppressors
Till their conscience bleed
And the world be washed
By their bitter blood
I would not be the bearer of words of freedom
And equity
And hope of justice
I would kill the cause of crime
Not the rippled effect
Not the street child
Ghetto-youth-brother-killer
But the king in the castle who allow the demons to roam the land
To rape the minds and tarnish the souls
But I am PAPER and my revolution can only be witnessed by the literate few
I am PAPER and easily burnt by the false fires of Human's INhumanity
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