Illinois taxes break my back – Cook County taxes break my neck
Chicago taxes break my wallet – Federal taxes break my bank
These murders break my heart, not sure where to start
We are a fragile people, pimped by politicians – Puppeteered by pulpits
Enslaved by an element of social depravity – Trapped by gangs, cornered by guns
Deafened by screams, painted by blood
Entrapped by brutal slave masters that etched their self-destructive will on a people
That refuse to take responsibility for their own house
Because the laws changed and we are arrested for disciplining our children
While slave overseers in blue uniforms unload with merciless execution in broad daylight
How can I hope, believe, dream or conquer if it has been deferred; we are sick
As a people, not black, not white, not Buddhist, not Christian, not Muslim, but as humanity
We have forgotten what binds us to settle for what holds us bound, it is not a fault of religion, it is a fault of us
We stand by silently, blaming, finger-pointing, shrugging shoulders like it won’t happen to…
Interrupted post from a billion dollar industry of metal that has unleashed unrestrained, uncontrollable, unmerciful, uncompromising damage on society
Home from college, winter-break, not going back, I am staying here, in Chicago, in a coffin, under the earth from which bore and birthed this vessel from the beginning of time
Taxed to death, shot to death, a tale of a city that has so much to celebrate, yet so much to admonish
We are on break from election season, no political phone calls for they don’t need us at this moment
No cries from the people for we don’t need them at this moment
Only cries from the fallen that are not with us for grandma died from a broken heart when realtors bought the taxes she could not pay and they took her home
A tale of a city
And more than bullets, we bleed from silence…
