Lost Tribe

by Zaki

delayed as i patiently wait to be seen
overwhelmed by anxiety
cycle of society held by the grip of poverty
desire to make ends meet
survival of the meek destitute of the street
no concern of the haves
a need to be above, yet hate those below
daily destruction on the tube to fertilize ignorance
bowed heads dreaded walk a path of no substance
chained to the back and shackled up top
with a hands-off approach death becomes me
using my soul as the fuel for your economy
the god in me acknowledge human worth
devalued by virtue of skin tone as i slip
further into this dark state of less than
those opposed, who are supposed
to represent high endeavors
now or never mentality of the corner where
livings are made and futures destroyed
unable to avoid the inevitable which
to my destiny is detrimental
false confidence makes it all seem simple
and plain, a plan has been set
in motion to test my devotion
to what i claim to believe
delayed, i impatiently wait to be seen

Lost Tribe by Zaki

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