scrambled thoughts

I wanna be seen I wanna be heard
I wanna open these doors of truth to you
with my breath as I utter these words.
words that form sentences and sentences
that formulate a message that expresses
the boiling point of my Islamic brothers and sisters
who are trying to suppress this pent up rage.
as riots takes a stage in the heat of the night as these
immigrants are fed up and they ready to fight, ready
to brawl as they answer the call to end the best kept secret
France wants us to sleep with,
These issues that have hit the news about Africans
in France that are being racially abused,
socially neglected, allowing the poor to get poorer,
like you think a riot wasn't expected?
coup de tat lay on the doorstep of rich
the people have been socially, economically, lynched.
racially undermined, as we see these signs
as we live in these times,
in these times...............
in these times where hurricane Katrina revealed more than
just a bad page in the nation’s chapter, but rather
a social disaster
times where bootleg antiviral suppressants
make H.I.V. strains more resilient
times where unnecessary war on terror
take over the agenda when more and more
people are dying of hunger, worldwide
as the fabric of our human nature dies
we reside ourselves to what celebrities wear
yet they act like they do but they don’t really care
in these times where our minds are neglected as a weapon
we live in this world with no sense of direction.