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letra de gunfyre - hayku kyah

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death to the warlords

this world is not yours

these bodies are not commodity

nor currency

collateral for damages

financial status turned the world into scavengers

they give us bandages as solutions

to curb the revolution

when we need a second skin

death to the mayors who keep laced pockets while the roads are concaved with potholes

death to all those who uphold the cogs in the system

ignore the glitches

yet honour the stitches of colonial bridges
death to any protector, insistor, resister to the resistance

today’s choices dictate your partic-p-nce

you either stand up, or be the reason why we kneel

we honour nothing but justice

you have persecuted these people

not for what they believe in

but who they sleep with

choose to steep with

like love is cheapened by the crevices you forced them to keep it

hide it in

opposed to your blood diamond ring

when the white bird sings, she cries

like bl–dy murder between these thighs
purity is a fictitious superstition

an honorary tradition

let love be free

let it be fluid

let this tongue slide, all through it

along the ridges of every nuance

pulsating like prudent movement

the only thing to it is to breathe into the music and let the confines of your mind loosen

ripened fruit

ripened truth

ready for consuming

holy consumption like pineapple that bites back as a

final function
or a cherry that bleeds into t–th dampening your speech with the sweetness of empathy

the tenderness of supple skin

flesh caught between this grin

there is a part of me that loves to see the world burn

it’s the same part with a soft heart

and i really do pray

for the lives lost

for a new beginning

for a better way of living

empathy is a lesson learnt

i pray it guides our decisions

watch the hands of the clock turn

the hands that threw rock burn

pedestals turn guillotine

pray your routine was jesus clean

kneeling, wheezing, retching

plague of the people, the demon’s undressing

and we dressed her right

money in her bag she’s a stepford wife

she’s so polite and it’s so contrived

leave a th-rn in your side santoku knife

this can’t be right, credit card froze and the going’s tight

wonder if you’ll ever see a homeless night

hive mind on overdrive

found yourself in another boneless fight

it was a distant plight

rough sleeper

fault of the people

call for the steeples, gatekeepers, to widen the peephole

down with the doors if you serve only jesus

down with the doors if you’re here for the people

down with the doors it’s the only way peaceful

empathy summoned to pasture

the rich take more than what we ever asked for

funding the schemes they repent at mass for

ask for forgiveness with cash or a big cheque

cashing the witness

expedite the interest

through screeching nails justice prevails

karma lingers, finger on the trigger just in case anybody missed her

wrath, greed, sloth, pride, l-st, gluttony, envy

( wrath)

a lost list of repentance

pray they get their sentence

let these be the bars that line their cage

venom, venom, nothing but rage

venom, venom, nothing but rage, nothing but rage

venom, venom, nothing but rage, nothing but rage

this is gunfyre

this is gunfyre

little simulations

influx populations

hostage to inflation

what really births a nation?

masters?

slaves?

different journey to the grave

a people deprived is a people depraved

that’s how you rig the game

fresh fruit, lasoo noose

squeeze the people make fresh juice

fresh juice, fresh juice

squeeze the people make fresh juice

this is gunfyre

this is gunfyre

gunfyre

this is gunfyre

- hayku kyah

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