travel poetry

This is street poetry
Our marks have not given up yet
When justice is formulated
And injustice increases

This is street poetry
Our marks are not tired yet
When humanity is grabbed
And the interest of the bourgeoisie increases

This is street poetry
Our marks still have blood
When so many souls share
Melt away in a tyrannical trap

This is street poetry
Our marks have not given up yet
In the midst of hundreds of compromises
We're still fighting rebellious

This is street poetry
Our marks have not given up yet
Our sign refused to give up
Our marks are not tired yet
Our marks still have blood

Oyehe, 27/04/18
by @wingfan