Power Junkies

 

What becomes of my broken heart
The rage and fear you cruelly start
You proved that swastika justified
Stood up in court and you lied

The bruises on my legs and arm
For weeks remind me of your harm
All I asked for was a sorry
Promise peace so I don’t worry

The flashbacks haunt me of that day
They make things worse, won’t go away
You pledge white ribbon you do follow
You swear an oath to Queen and bible

Pakeha, Maori, Africaan
The race of men who caused me harm
I’m a child of this earth these stars
You left me with more ugly scars

Junkies rule the marginalised
The poor, oppressed, the most despised
Keep up their bullying over years and years
Follow cruel elites, profit from tears

And one more thing you oughta know about me
I┬áDON’T TAKE NO SHIT FROM NO POWER JUNKIE

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Dedicated to Judge P J Butler, Sgt Q Hoera and Const Allan French, also 2 security guards at high court who assaulted me.

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