being qaali

I only want songs of freedom that go on repeat
That don’t stop until the stomping of feet have subsided
And the hearts have drowned in the satisfaction of victory

I only want songs on repeat if they make my insides scream
Like an animal needing to be unleashed
I only want to hear it if it makes the big man wanna tame us

I only want to hear beautiful voices that haunt struggle
And cries that make my nightmares shudder with disbelief
I want raw reality

I only want to hear tunes that make your body shiver
Raise the hairs down your spine
The songs that would choke authority like vines
On a tree, a type of synergy
Isn’t that what it was meant to be?

Where we help them help us
Or did I miss the memo where we were ruled as insignificant
That people’s homelands were deemed irrelevant
And blood, oil, and diamonds were blessed with the holy water

I bet even Satan screams at the thought of us
We were meant to have a conscious
Be a bit more than the animals that roam the wild
Hold hands with thy neighbour instead of having gun-loving behaviour
We need a saviour
Or are we too far gone?

We think we are immortal and we live without morals
Where there are men that have fantasies of little girls
And where mothers kill their own sons
We all need to be put in stray jackets
So help us God an epidemic has begun

I only want songs of freedom that makes me forget about what I’ve seen
Words that wash away the red that surrounds me
That shines light in the darkness
That makes my deepest fears become thoughtless hymns of silence

I would rather be mindless
And walk the street with no alliance
Or license that tries to tell me that I’m over exaggerating or that this crazy is all in my head
Because in my head I hear songs that calm the masses, that penetrate the glass ceilings and call for reform.
Don’t tell me I’m not alright when your world is my asylum
And my head plays rhythms of peace and end to violence

I want kindness
Does that make me spineless?