War Child

By NH

Inspired by the book War Child by Emmanuel Jal

Oh War Child,
look at what you have become
Oppressed by a system that forced you to become wild
In the merge of guns and a mind that has no conscious
you have become a war child
Seeing blood flow from out the flesh of another has no case in your file
it’s just another memory that been shot
Pow!!!!

Oh War Child
Yes, you, African boy
You’ve been dredged from the hands of your sweet mother
and now look at you
angry by the fault of your circumstances
so you have no care in this world because you feel that you are on your own
but you are not alone.
Yes I feel the pain that trickles my soul
the war that replays in my mind is long lasting it never seem to get old.
Watching the bloodbath of my brothers drown them to death has triggered me
to become cold.

Oh War Child
look at what I have become
guns was my expression of the g code
and the fault of me being away from my sweet mother
has put me in depression of the survivor mode
Frustration has ruled my thoughts
all my effort to find a way out had seem to led to naught
There was no place for freedom
I was caught up in the system of oppression but

Oh War Child
you are not alone
I too am looking to find a way out

Refugee Life

By AG

Run that’s the first lesson
You learn where I’m from
To hell with kingdom will come
Run or you’ll be captured or tortured
By rebels with big guns, they want diamonds, tons and tons
Killing anybody children even nuns
No picks we all die
No mercy we all cry, and wonder why?
Help? Only refuge is suicide
Mediterranean Sea, is the place we said to meet
I’m so tired and these cuts from rocks hurt my feet
I need to get there fast, but I’m so weak
Hopefully they give me water, even better something to eat
Finally time to reap what my heart has sow
get on the savior AKA the boat
Pray, and paddle, to place I don’t know,
Somewhere, anywhere
But Sierra Leone

Police Terrorism

By JM

Installing fear and terror in the minds and hearts
Of mothers and little children
Fearing one day they’ll get the call
That their son or father has become a murder victim
It’s a shame, who knows if this will stop
Being young and black in Amerikkka
My thoughts are, “Will I get slain by a cop?”
Police brutality
Has evolved into mass police terrorism
This is the harsh reality
Look at the times in which we’re living
Police getting away with murder
Never having to see a day in prison
It’s everywhere for the world to see
Via the Internet and television
So many hearts and homes are broken
With the terror of breaking news
Police abusing their authority
How many lives must we lose???
For several generations
Countless lives have been taken by the hands of the police
Police terrorism will cease
Once love overcomes hate
And then maybe we’ll find peace
Until then, it’s Just Us
Looking and fighting for Justice…….

What Goes Unspoken

By SK

Why is my life not valued the same as yours?
Why are my rights the same but still ignored?
Am I not human, am I not living?
Are we the same being or are our species different?
I can’t tell and you can’t truth
But lie well, you indeed do
All lives matter the same
But mine is not seen, unless in shame
My history changed into what you want me to see
Mirror of my life altered into what you want me to be
Force my words until peace is a tongue we can no longer speak
Bring a big pie of violence that we can all eat
Mmmmm! Smells of cherry deceit
Try to crush me until I crumble but I stand in undefeat
Mockery of your society
Lands me in a state of dire need
Despite the liars
He strives to be
Higher on hiring employees
To build my cause, to cause the fall of your company
What goes on unspoken

Da Struggle

By JP

 Kids starving, momma nodding and pops foreign
These are the broken homes that most of us were born in
No food, no heat, and no water
This here is poverty, where life expectancy is much shorter

No shoes, holey clothes, and runny noses
In a place where praying is unheard of and who is Moses?
Prostitutes, drug dealers and cold killers
Doing errands for them so I could eat is all I remember

Birthdays was the worst days
We had to steal out of stores when we was thirsty
They say that there ain’t no love for the wicked
But don’t judge us, life chose us—we didn’t pick it

Surrounded by steel gates, none of them pickets
It’s like we were raised for jail, I don’t get it
Kids getting used, molested, and abused
Wearing long sleeves to school to hide the bruise

“M.O.B.,” a lot of dudes say; they live by the rules
And the young girls think it’s cute, but they are so confused
But I love where I’m from—don’t get it misconstrued
Even back when my lil bro was crying from hunger
And I ain’t know what to do

A couple of years later and it still draws emotions from you
And it’s still taking our young men to jail by the bundles
I’m a proud survivor of our world that we call the jungle
And even when I get old and rich, I’ll always remember “da struggle”