Black Panther

This grip the oppressors have on the system

is tighter than raised Black fists

but the movement moves on like gymnasts

We fall under the gunshots

and revive like a Phoenix

But stray from the mix, headless chickens

get struck down from all angles

What would Martin or Huey do?

A kingdom without its king, and a plan without Newton.

So many elements, it was bound to follow gravity

but according to law we must move with the force you strike us with

Our revolution was not televised 

but digitised and commodified 

Gentrified, stolen and packaged into black squares

Then left behind

Words by Tadhg Kwasi