Knock, knock, knock Knockers eating a wall
There is no door to this house
I scream for attention just my echo runs back to me
A house would bring a sense of safety to me
and live here, just like everyone else
I choose to take matters into my own hands, because I know what I deserve
Dig, dig, dig
Palm fingers. I am making a hole, so I can lead myself in
No matter how hard I dig it is so as if I am entering inside a hard rock
Under my tears leave a trace on the concrete
Once fighting for civil and economic rights Dr Martin Luther King on 28th August 1963
said: We can not walk alone
Today 16th June 2021 the jemmy to create a freed and adjusted world is still alive
Batteling new immigration plans the fight to exercise our rights
We can not walk alone knock, knock, knock
There is no door to this house
The friends we have lost never to be forgotten
To restore what is lost to reclaim our power we must walk together
Our freedom
is your freedom
Knock, knock, knock
There is no door to this house
Though knockers bleed and all it hurts knocking is now a modern choice
It is my life's line
And I can see my bleeding boned bones boned fingers
I watch my blood flowing from my elbows
I shall keep knocking till this hands are just stamps
I shall keep knocking until the door to this house opens