Father and Son

By Will

Prior to law I had rights, a right to watch my seed grow,

Half a block from home but mountains away he lay,

This sick game only deals in crumbs of compassion,

Every day I die on the first inch of her territory,

Every right I claim for myself meets deaf ears,

Bless he who have toiled for freedom trampled under foot,

Victimisation and discrimination against love,

This my sole weapon, I bring down with full force.

 

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