THE MASSES
We are the masses
Matching in mass across the streets
Standing like trees we mob the streets
Standing with babies
Standing to achieve your dreams
Standing with drained brains
To offer you a seat
We are the masses
We are matches
Burning with fire
In a housewife’s grip
Giving out our lights
For you to shine
While we die
We are the masses
Matching down our own pride
Our kids burn candles
To lit their future
While the candle lasts,
They end up lighting
Your progenies’ future
We are the masses
Our pains gnash us like meat
Meat in your rapacious teeth
So we offer you a seat
And pray you break
A leg on your way down
We are the masses
Like matches
Ignited on the matchbox
We give you our heritage
And die in penury
Serving our servants
Dying without our consent
We are the masses
Be wary of us for we burn as matches
When your seat crashes,
Prepare and hold on to crutches
Our torches
Shall flash with ardent justice
Home and overseas
Shall we purge your every purses
© 2019 Ebizimor Boloukie
