People were scattered
Histories were forgotten
Traditions became erased
There was no resting
For those under oppression
Until they all remembered
I didn’t have anything written until I was recently inspired. This was a little Katauta about the subversion of being a king. I was highly inspired by Johnny Silvercloud’s article called “Don’t Call Me A King. Let Me Explain.” which was very well-written. I thought I would write and perform something with that same message.
Labels can be so tiresome.
The constructs of branding those by race, gender, mental ability, sexual orientation, religion, and other factors is sickening.
Why can’t there be a level playing field instead of a wobbly one.
Yes, I just referenced Tech N9ne.