Imagine This

They say it’s part of the system
So plants would have to die,
Babies would miss their mothers
And brothers would murk each other for forgiveness wouldn’t try.

So if your conscience dares to speak,
They say it’s part of the system
So leave out imagination
For tonight is not the time.

See the trees are charged for crimes
The ones the cutlass committed
They say it’s part of the system.
Who brings the fire to the wood?

The coffin knows not the body,
The grave is nobody’s lobby,
But funerals must be held,
They say it’s part of the system.

Leonell.