(A KIND OF MAN)
THE SOUND OF THE BLADE SWISHING AND THE BULLET WHINING...
And kind of man standing began to flex his muscle, exert control over other men while taking away individuality.
Oh how the masses became so weak that they fought for the man who was royalty when in fact all his power was theirs.
They tricked became whores to the system, fucked at birth, fucked in the schools, fucked in the courtroom as the judges and lawyers enjoyed the orgy.
They let him sell them thinly veiled stories and straight Saddam Hussein, Ben Laden lies, royalty creating conflict and destroying lives.
Only enough ZMAPP for the white folks... Ha Ha motherfucker that's the joke.
Such a story of misplaced trust as the religious have become the gears and cogs of the machine.
Grinding, growing old and being replaced.
Same headline as yesterday.
Black Man Killed By the Police, Black Man Killed By a Black Man,
Black Man Killed By His Education.
Taught that to be equal he got to be the equal of a white man when the very thought of that is hypocrisy...
What fool wants to be the beast?
So much blood on his hands as he cannabalistic swallows the very soul of who we once were.
Way before slavery, segregation and the penitentiary...
Way before black men were called the disease.
Man standing stretched and flexed a bicep.
Looked at his wrist and saw the scars of the chains, of the shackles that he had shattered with the power of his mind.
No king, no ruler and no bounds.
Let there be light.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
