AVENGERS ASSEMBLE? (FOR WHOM??)



Yuh… Big Brother Almighty… watchin’ from the throne made of unpunished bones…
They fly high but the chains still hold… white supremacy co-sign… government ghosts…
Slow… it… down…

Verse 1:
Superman… Kal-El… last son of Krypton but first son of the lie…
You blue-boy savior floatin’ over cornfields while American exceptionalism commit genocide on repeat…
Cape like the flag they wrap around caskets of the disappeared… laser eyes burn truth but never the documents in Langley…
You let the bald eagle shit on the Constitution and call it protection…
But before you fall — Batman in the Batcave countin’ billions while Gotham’s poor eat lead from police special…
Bruce Wayne the philanthropist who funds the very system that breaks spines in dark alleys…
Vigilante justice? Nah, selective enforcement for the bloodline… rich white orphan playin’ god in the night…
While the new verse already risin’ — Spiderman swingin’ through New York web made of gentrified silk…
Peter Parker the friendly neighborhood… friendly to what? The banks foreclosin’ on Harlem dreams?
Your spider-sense tingle when the badge draw but never when the policy erase whole bloodlines…
Great power come with great responsibility? Responsibility to the empire, lil’ web-boy…

Professor X… Charles… wheelchair prophet preachin’ mutant integration while the sentinels built by the same hands that ran Tuskegee…
You bald-headed peacekeeper with telepathy deep enough to read minds but not deep enough to expose the think tanks writin’ eugenics 2.0…
Magneto was right but you sold the dream to the same governments that experiment on your kind in the name of freedom…
New argument crash before the last one land — whole Justice League sittin’ at the table with Uncle Sam’s bloody fork…
Wonder Woman lasso of truth but never wrap it ’round Pentagon lies…
Flash run so fast he outrun accountability for European colonial ghosts still stealin’ resources in the name of “humanitarian”…
Thor swing Mjolnir for Asgard but bow when NATO call… gods on payroll…
Chorus (chopped, repeated, dragged into infinity):
They heroes in the comic… villains in the real…
White supremacy co-conspirators… fantasy seal the deal…
Unpunished… unpunished… governmental rot appeal…
Big Brother Almighty screwin’ ’em slow… watch the whole universe kneel…

Verse 2:
Captain America… shield of stars and stripes drippin’ with red from every stolen land…
You super-soldier serum made in the same labs they tested syphilis on Black men…
“Avengers assemble” — assemble for what? To protect the status quo while Flint water still poison…
Before you answer — Iron Man Tony Stark billionaire arms dealer in a tin suit…
Your arc reactor power the very missiles fallin’ on wedding parties overseas…
Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist — philanthropist to the military-industrial beast…
New metaphor already cut in — X-Men mansion look like plantation with better PR…
Storm control weather but not the climate of hate baked into the Constitution…
Wolverine claws out for enemies but never for the quiet racism in the school curriculum teachin’ kids Manifest Destiny was destiny…
Deadpool break the fourth wall? Break the wall between fantasy and the real bodies in unmarked graves…
The whole damn multiverse corrupted… heroes as controlled opposition…
They punch the villain of the week but never the system that write the checks…
Superman bend steel but bend the knee to the flag…
Batman detective but blind to his own class war…
Spiderman responsible but only to the Daily Bugle narrative…
Professor X dream but the dream still segregated…

Final Chorus:
Fantasy chains… white supremacy co-sign… governments unpunished… even in the skies…
They destroy cities to save ’em… never question why the cities needed destroyin’…
Big Brother Almighty… chop it… screw it… expose it…
The heroes fall in slow motion… bass hit… universe crack…
(Everything fades under 808s that sound like continents sinking… voice echoing “unpunished… unpunished… unpunished…” until it becomes the heartbeat of the oppressed…)

This the sound of the Watchman finally speakin’… no more cape shit. The multiverse been on trial. Verdict: Guilty. Screwed forever.

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Author: C. Hamilton (Producer, Choreographer, Composer)

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