War On Injustice Poem by Buxton Shippy

You think you slick,
you think you slippery,
yet we going to get you.
No matter where you from
no matter where you hide:
behind the collar,
behind the stripes,
behind the color,
we going to fight you.
Just so you know,
Injustice,
this is war.

Your skin can't trick me.
Your speech can't fool me.
And your bars can't hold me.
If you are white,
if you are black,
brown or yellow
just so you know,
Injustice,
this is war.

If you a baby killer,
a woman beater,
ethnic cleanser,
or a Jew hater:
we are going to fight you:
with pens,
with fasting,
with prayers,
We are going to fight you:
with love,
with the body and the blood.
Just so you know,
Injustice,
this is war.

We are not going to sit at the corner
while you take us to the coroner:
we keep the land,
we keep the peace,
we keep Jerusalem,
we keep the temples.
Just so you know,
Injustice,
this is war.