BY GLORIA O’KOYE
No justice!
No peace!!
No justice!!!
No peace!!!!
No justice, no peace!!!!!
Okay, that’s enough chanting
It had already been two weeks!
The chants storm through the horizon
Cutting crisp with its roars like the mighty
Seas clashing against the shorelines named
Occupation.
The leaves representing freedom fighters Trickle down as the seasons pass
Every global movements are treated as
Equinoxes,
Come and go as it pleases
Depending on everyone mood and
Sometimes boredom.
Intentions are like the eyes,
The windows to the souls.
A false rage annihilates entire communities,
Connections as if love was just a rainforest
Meant to be engulfed by wildfires
With no stormy clouds to quench the thirst
Of drought plagued bodies,
Wanting to seek internal peace
From the constant battles.
Mountains of riches flood through the gates
Of hungry mouths and greedy souls.
Everyone fighting for the crumbles
And chants become weaken as every
Cheque gets bigger, circulating the once
Humble minds into vicious spirals.
Opportunists jump with glee as they step
On the backs of those whose passion is pure
Just to fill up their bellies.
Even as it’s contents of past bodies spill
Across the poverty stricken streets
Of the repeating cycles.
The same pattern emerges again
The same posts circulates again,
The same pointing fingers and guilt tripping
Is happening again.
Society is the definition of insanity,
When they entrapped in a living box
Of temporary justice.
The ancestors continuously love yet shake their heads.
When will these repeats finally end?
