Reclaim

Reclaim cultures fed with a powdered white line
Blow away speed! Death to the death giver
This guy is dulling my world. How can I shine?
Cut the chat, make your stand and deliver

Roots from which I grow, blocked by your politics
Who gave society the right to stick on the label?
Had them put on me since I was a child, just six
Don’t need your neat little box to make me able

Whitehall shackles are heavy, pressures on me
Black, White, Asian able bodied or disabled
Raise these barriers you placed to conveniently
Got my own roots, my future, my child’s enabled

No more shall I tread the pathways leading to isolation
You listen to me and I’ll listen to you, no blame
Clear all doubt, working together, gets expansion
No guns! No knives! No drugs! As one RECLAIM


© Phil Golding 6th Nov 2007