The Op-Ed Slam

The City’s Burning by Omaur Bliss

The city’s burning and I canít stop this inferno
The city’s on fire and thereís no where to go
The city’s burning
Too hot to breath
Too hot sweat for fear is grasping at cape
Too hot to be Black, White, Hispanic, Native, Asian, middle class or poor
Itís too hot to be poor
Too hot to think
Heat exhausted notions of truth, justice and miss american way
Too hot for liberty so she was turned to steel
Itís too hot to feel
Too hot to love ourselves, each other
Cuz this city’s burning and I can’t stop this inferno
The city’s burning and thereís no where to go
Too hot for having rights cuz omni-society secretively keeps us leached by lawless long arm
Too hot for representation cuz the masses are left to ashes
Incinerated by carnal corruptors who devise new enslavement tactics as we speak
It’s too hot for freedom cuz truth vaporized so my mind will never be free
It’s too hot for difference cuz then assimilation would be easy
It’s too hot to create cuz some would want to mutate
It’s too hot to conceive cuz reason left cuz heat wasn’t too cool
It’s just to hot
The city’s burning and I can’t stop this inferno
The city’s on fire and there’s no where to go.