Tuesday, March 23, 2010

POEM-------------THE SPOKEN GUN

Den of iniquity, sin's inequality



Pen the anthology of sons


Writing letters from cells


Brain cells wasting away


Chasing away dreams no longer in living color


Devoid of chromatic schemes


Themes seen on screens


Screams heard on wax


Wax poetic about acts prophetic


Act apologetic when pathetic


Acidic words flow from bitter tongues


Git 'ur done is the new mantra


Where guerrillas in units have replaced black panthers


Pushing mass units


Men considered eunuchs


Women no longer satisfied by phallic fallacies


Penal problems caused by 400 years of stripping


Taking manhood one man, one hood at a time


Leaving sisters to fend for self


Using assets trying to acquire wealth


Yet lacking self worth


Covering the hurt and pain


The work and strain of raising children


Lowering standards stolen by bandits


Thieves in the day, rapists in the night


White power mixed with black pride


Equals gray matter that doesn't matter any longer


Wandering through life pondering death


Survival of the unfit in urban jungles


Makes me wonder how to keep from going under


Under the knife, in front of the bullet


Pay the price when the trigger we pull it


The time is now to put down the smoking gun

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