Bread And Circuits

Brother,
the time has come for you to awake
from your guilt encased tomb.
Your voice has taken up far too much room.
You must learn to lick clean your own wounds.
And this is no time to run and hide,
or have you already chosen your side?

So many crimes,
but they all weren't committed before your time.
White man, what have you done lately?

White man make yourself useful.

Because everyday sees another voice displaced
by caucasian occupation of this space.
You've got to exercise jurisdiction over your privilege.

Make it listen,
cause as time fades away into a fateful distance,
you're running out of time.
Time to release your hold.
You're running,
let it go...