When did the oppressed become the oppressors
When did retaliation become terrorism
You've ignored the real aggressors
Beat the drums to a sickening rhythm
When did the truth become slighted
Wave a foul smelling flag of genocide
You're draped in a blanket of bloodshed
And stare at the camera wide-eyed
Was it when the corpses of thousands
Littered the halls of congregation
Did you blink in astonishment when
The enslaved stood up for their nation
And in the heat of the moment
did your vision waver a second
Was it blurred by chemical rain
Or the echo of bombs do you reckon
I understand that I can't do much
After all, I'm not much but a girl
But until this wrong has been righted
I declare war on the world
Aisha. B