THIS SYSTEM

It has become apparent
That black is still
A colour of oppressed souls
Because the system
Was never changed
It was simply infused
With blackness
But its core refused
To amalgamate
With this foreign species

This system does all it can
To eliminate this infestation
Black has become
An object with a target
For this system to test
Its weapons on
To see how many bullets
It will take for this
Black plague to realise that
This system was never built
In their favour

This system is
An instrument
Of oppression
It was built to enslave
Those who dare speak out
Against the status quo
It was built by those
Who feared being broken
So they chose to break
The world to their will
So that the world could
Never rise to break them

This system was created
As a contract men enter into
But the fine print
Which is hidden
And blinds justice
Still cripples those who
Where simply added to it
As an after thought
In an effort to paint inclusion
A simple gesture
To console hearts plagued
By injustice