Anarchist

It has been too long, but the oppression won't stop.

What else do you want?

You killed my people, you killed my land,

you took everything your country lacks.

The gold mines and precious stones are not there anymore,

since you stepped on my turf we've been working as slaves.

I could hear the whip every time you hurt me,

I could feel the pain in my back burning like acid.

The whip fell and fell on me, and inch by inch

I felt my skin slashed off. Second by second

I wished I was dead. I wished I was dead so I

could visit you: Jah! Travel from the tests of this life

when everything goes wrong, our problems arising

from the system (the system you created---with the money

you invented so that "social class" could divide us---

to make all of us underneath slaves), I wanted to travel

from this hell to visit you and show you something you

could not control: an anarchist. Instead of being like you---

senseless to everything around you, selfish, like a bear

that wants all the fish in the stream---I prefer to be an

anarchist and not to live by your rules and laws. I prefer

to be myself and not like the people on TV with fake

lives pretending everything around is perfect.

I prefer to be an anarchist.

Ismael Gomez