Benefits,
Sing the song of our people
At a time when nothing belongs to our people
Their spoken word, is spoken truth
For broken adults, for broken youth.
Prey nation,
A ransom staycation
In a gilded cage
Pressure gauge,
While country squires, building empires
Poor get funerals and funeral pyres,
The few that are chosen
Speak for the majority that are broken,
Stones won’t be turned
Lessons won’t be learned
Bury the hatchets in unnecessary heads
That are a surplus, worthless
An embellishment of disregard,
Dishonour and disgrace
Saving only their names, and only their faces,
Get fucked I say
Get thumped, get thumped.
Once bitten twice shy,
Second time around is inedible,
An undetectable source of food
A nourishment digested by those with cast iron stomachs.
Serve up the sloppy seconds for the gluttons,
The ravenous; eaters of democracy
What legacy,
An imaginary philosophy
Just a dull thump, a dull thump, dull thump
Thump.
Azra Pathan
Benefits – Thump – out now