The Final Argument

When anonymous snipers give cops free tickets to hell

Turning Baltimore into Belfast

And cars go boom

Turning Saint Louis into Sarajevo

This is the only argument that matters

When people’s militias

Free all poverty captives in jails and workhouses

Red and yellow black and white

(All are precious in Mao’s sight)

And give them shiny machetes

This is the only debate that matters

When homemade mortars raze a cop station

Everytime they take a black life

When healthcare company executives

Are eviscerated and stuffed

Dead in the trunks of their Benz

Which is promptly pushed off a very tall mountain

That’s a hell of a hot take

400 years we’ve fed them

Fred Hampton say enough petty shit

Enough giving them cute names (fuck BBQ Becky)

Seek the big satisfaction

Destroy all, build new

Fuck slumping a pig or two

That’s giving the hydra a paper cut

They dug their own grave long ago

Malcolm say light the powder keg under this country

And Martin, rest his soul

If he could see this place now

Would buy matches and gasoline.

The final argument of kings

And peons alike

Is not a word

It’s justifiable homicide.

Nobody will lock us up

Because we write our own laws in blood.

Such is history.