I’ve been listening to the masses.
They be trying to bring me down.
I’ve been taking master classes.
Ever since the blues dropped into town.
They are talking about oppression.
Like, it’s shiny and brand new.
So much horror in that lesson.
That ironic cake to chew.
They are raging, eyes are blurry.
Tears they fall like April rain.
Going nowhere in such a hurry.
Like they just discovered pain.
I’ve been looking for a chorus. That won’t break us into songs. Maybe something just to bore us. Take our rights back from the wrongs…