Pokémon Parallel Worlds
In his rich filthy sunglasses,
Augmented reality sets in, he finds his delight
Hard core Pokémon battles only tough guys can attend,
through the endless night.
Civil rights struggles, he cannot see,
“Why study history of the 1960's?” is his ministry
Locked in the basement of a broken home he’s so special.
Yet, no respect for history.
But he’s a real N*, he and his friends can use that~~ word,
because it’s their ancestry
Everyone else is shitty for infusing that word!
in this overtly racist, fucked up, country,
He swears that racism, poverty, addiction, and the abuse
that plague our city, only affect guys like him.
As if someone like me, a brown woman, couldn’t possibly
Got something important to say? Women are never invited to game night. Petty!
Gender apartheid? He will not trip about that,
he has no sympathy
Women gang raped, beaten, chopped into pieces by 9 terrorists?
Think about the Yazidi?
No to the genocide of Palestinians & Jews,
everyone is forced to pick a side, believe the lie.
All Human life is precious, no one is superior to the other,
judgement awaits all in the afterlife
He’ll sink colonialism into his diatribe,
whine about dysfunctional marriages madly
Lennon sang, Woman is the N* to the world,
but attacks on innocent little girls he’ll deny
Beaten with stones, married off at 9
are not his societal grip, imaginary dragons to Fight
Such great feeling, selling your soul
just to be in the Pokémon tournament limelight.
