Ely Ryan

2013

You’re only living
Whatever you’re writing in your lyric
As you let ’em off
Hope it paints the picture
That you want
No matter the distance
No matter the cost
It is persistence
To get more than you bought
More than the business
More often than not
We’re caught in the ‘ism’
Coffins of conditioning
I could without the prison
Control switches
Take a hold of religion
Golden are women
Do I really need to rectify racism?
Blacks who forgot about the Natives?
Apologize for collective placism?
Demanding the culture shift
For some reparation payment
Instigator becomes the victim
When we all need a raise bitch
I won’t argue today’s pitch
Sins of my fathers
So pardon the hard earned
Farther than your martyr’s wits
Just to find some placement

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a poets job is never done
it used to be about corruption
from the steeple
then the government covenant with the gun
now its the needle
their dumb enough to plunge it into all the people
And then into fetal — Yuck
you guinea pigs
forgot your history
yal lost your minds like its medieval
the city is
about to have an upheaval
from idiocy
propaganda and evil
it really is
your wake up call
time to wipe away the make up
from the covid cult
come out into the sun
and give your neighbors a big hug
we missed you but
we got you all in love
thankful for the trucks
a poet’s a job is never done

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