Aka rubber bullet
Aka protest day
Aka any day

A rejected hand
quickly rises up,
If we don’t address the grievances
And hide behind our privilege.
They have always been the same.
The ones we stomped on
Kept subdued
Couldn’t resist
Stay down

I felt the teargas in my eyes
Saw the people
Regardless of creed and color
The disenfranchised
The abandoned
The exploited
The slaves
The majority
The fenced in crowds
Whose ancestors we bought and sold
Who are here

All cities will burn
For they are build on unctuous bedrock
They are the tinder packed around our edifices
The ones we thought we bought
But they will rise up.
The discarded and the sick
Frustrated and angry
Righteous and rectifying
Empowered
Angry
And united

Tonight, all cities will catch fire
Not from looters and shooters
But from the angry seeking justice
Unafraid of the slave owners
Unafraid of apologetic masters
Unafraid of their neighbors
Unafraid of the masses