Am I a ghost?
Who checks
The checkers
Where is the truth
Ten feet underground
Surrounded by oppressors
Who proclaim the fight for freedom
Am I a ghost?
Not yet, my life
In fear of ‘heroes’
Heroes knocking, calling
“Who will let us in?”
“We will kill your opposition”
“And after murder, we will be just”
(Whispering, “As far as you know”)
Who checks the checkers?
The villains, I dare say
A true hero wouldn’t upend you
Or push concerns away
As long as as the villain lives
We can rest assured we are free
But they are coming for us
The heroes that used to be
We will hear the trumpet
In the name of “all that’s just”
“Someone similar to the them”
“They are not of us”
Am I a ghost?
A remnant of critical man
Why is my opposition
Injustice in your hand
I am scared of heroes
The subtle diggers of graves
Killing for their justice
Making of all, Freedoms Slaves
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