I wanted to be ready when the time came
So I studied hard and made my name 
On the college scene 
As someone who knows how to dream 
And I did business studies then politics
International relations to call it quits
And I only did so so
But I’m not here to excel in what you want me to know
I want to know the frame of mind
That means we can leave 80% behind 
When we talk about the global north
And we dream of sipping tea on our front porch
Without realising the claim to land 
Is something the poor can’t understand 
Coz farmers in India barely survive
And many don’t want to be alive
At the subsistence rate
Save the kids from the parents fate
Is what they state 
When asked in a questionnaire 
And I know it isn’t fair
But isn’t that just life, they say
But what if it doesn’t have to be that way
I see another path
One where God’s wrath
Is not the standard bearer 
And no carer 
Goes unpaid 
Just so that girl “slayed”
In an instagram post
But you look like you’ve seen a ghost
But maybe it’s just the starving frame
Of a child in Africa - always the same 
Isn’t it
And your quick wit
Won’t absolve you from 
The privilege you’re holding wrong 
So I must write to make it okay
And who will listen to what I have to say
If I say it on my own 
But the colours that the prism has thrown 
Has shown 
Me that there is another might
Than the dark of night 
And that a dawn to break 
Is the place where the people wake 
And see that their brother is their friend
And their neighbour must make amends 
With who he’s come to be
And every child is born free
To a woman in our history 
Or a non binary folk 
Must we make the weak carry the yoke 
And pull the weight up the hill
Does a country have the right to kill 
Its own citizens or its enemies in fields
In martial arts the one who yields 
Is the one who the wind blows with 
And the flow is not something that can stick 
To the pan when you’re flipping eggs
Don’t say that we’ve made our beds