Sat, 10/22/2022 - 05:42 -- RasMoon

The unjust are just in their eyes
And to them their judgement is just.
Just a ruling they say
Which serves to whey people of colour
To a place with bars and chains
Thats jail.
Atleast where am from racism is there
But now it exists at bay.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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