Open Up

As the urban hue fades into the lands of strife,

We witness a world renounced of mirth.

Ripped off all partially reserved glory,

They walk on the burning coal of injustice.

A past adorned by Mandelas and Luther Kings

Finds no reflection in the modern chapters of equality.

We are all but peasants and beggars alike,

For the screams of subjugation echo in our begging bowls.

The anguish within scythe-impaled screeches

Fails to penetrate the partition of privilege.

White-clad, you vow to open up new avenues;

Yet you never let the listener open up to you.

Crawling through the unvaccinated minds,

The devil knows no cure;

While the impoverished cries are summoned to heaven,

As the angel masquerades as a virus.

Looking down from infinity, they see

Ironical cries of protests for freedom from lockdown.

With generations of frozen ambitions and blood-shod nails

They claw out the false notions of parity.

The news, however, continues aloof and unbothered,

Scrambling to search drugs to honour a demise.

You say your research will open up new findings, 

Yet you never let the listener open up to you.

The cities feed on the edible art of the destitute,

While the crop keeps growing with their tears.

Grabbing onto popcorn, the wealthy witness plight;

Chewing on the children, while the parents burn in sight. 

Struck by the sticks of ignorant justice,

The revolts meet their end. 

You promote peace with jubilant roars,

Bribing the demon not to reveal your kinship.

You chiefly mention the miserable in your addresses,

As the ghostwriter chuckles from the distance.

Your oath instructs you to open up to the listener,

Yet you never let the listener open up to you.

Yet you never let the listener open up to you.