If We Must Take It, Fair Enough

Pour down spirit for
the lost bros
pour milk for the
tear-gassed eyes
matching mad for mad time
in pepper spray I was baptised
two lighters up like cats eyes
bring Revolution to the camp fire
yeet not one tear for a best buy
my spirit is grief and barbed wire
every mp is a damn liar
So we carry on til we can't fight
bright and black til the last light
So much is stacked against us
they built a dynasty to dam our movement
we move regardless
And they ask us why we
petrol bombed
our houses
any corpse would burn
their own coffin if they could
they want to bury us alive
so let the country cough
from fire wood
It’s a flash bag midnight
CS gas trails like a stairway
to heaven mid-flight
Come the morning and the devil
held the bible upside down
how the dogs inside me howl
speak the quiet part out loud
is the night safe in the town?
21 gun with rubber rounds
they call us savages because
our anger has a sound
They’ve already
floor-boarded
their conscience
you can’t reach it
So pour one out
to what once was
cuz we can't go back now
Yesterday’s horrors
today’s norms
If this is the calm
spare us the storm
Some on the edge of seats
Some of us vexed on street
A thousand fists in the mouth
of a clear blue sky
Stepped out in the month
of plagues to air our grievances
entreaties to these demons
everybody’s bleeding
can you not see this?
does it not hurt you?
are you not seething?
the air is poison
are you not breathing?
Best believe, this affects you too
but you believe it’s true
You get your gaslight on youtube
your own true true, your own who’s who
you just want your trains on time
you want to be mad online
you want to be told you're right
even with the tides touch your toes
and the void in your soul, grows
Let them say we were brave and scared
let them say we dreamed, we dared
they told us to care for nothing
save the feelings of billionaires
say we came with scarfs
placards and catchphrase
they came with tactical gear
Remember: us united
is the one thing they fear
let them say
we tailored hope in
all the clothes we marched in
we shared our coping mechanisms
on the message boards
Our blood has run through
worse and it runs still
and will run still
May our mothers never
fear the truncheon
and my brothers never
step the dungeons
All I want is clean water
for our sons and daughters
Outdoor play
cold lemonade
on hot summer days
All sorts of mundane wonders
All we want is
a bit of quiet and a fairer shot
We deserve more than near enough
and If we must take it
air enough.