Protesting from Ignorance

My political poem/rap

I was walking home staring

At the crowd before me, headphones blaring

Passed a white dome stair case

There I saw some protesters

Bitchin about sexuality, the poor and race

They all were white faces

Straight faced liars

Jacking each other off

Go home at 3 when they’re tired

Wired in their brains to think everyone’s discriminating

Women hating and tearing

The country to pieces

But I’m tired of hypocrisy and political movements

that fizzle out before anyone important starts moving.

 

People leaving jobs and homes
to join the growing
mob screaming in the streets 
like piles of leaves
before the street cleaner comes 
to sweep them off their feet.

They're grabbing signs and posts
and roaming with provoking slogans 
forming chaotic masses
walking with sticks up their asses
following Twitter feeds, Snapchat and hashtags
looking for a reason to blow their tops
tired of being soft
trying to jerk each other off.

I mean what would you call it
when thousands of people are stroking their ego
and blowing their load of s**t in your face
like they have something profound to say 
when they really just don't have the balls
to go all the way and do something great.

"If you don't agree with us 
you must be hating us 
trying to suppress us
you discriminating racist."
Just because I don't agree
with the way you're rampaging
about unclear desired change,
doesn't mean me and Satan are on the same page.

Do you think Martin Luther King
went screaming in the streets
with misplaced anger and a vague ideology?
No, he preached freedom in churches
gave speeches in public places to all races
with a plan and clear demands.
And managed to start a movement grand
while here you are starting a media fad 
of angry disruptive rants.

You fools are using your hate
to hammer away
at people who can't bring change.
Instead of placing it like a fine tool
at the faults of the human race.

If you're going to stand in the streets
screaming at me
and whipping up a psychotic frenzy,
then at least go all the way.
don't stop after a few days

Get together and have a discussion 
let your hearts sync 
forming one percussive beat
of a worthy goal.
The kind that matters
that arrests men's souls.