THE ROARING LION AND THE CORONATION

{THE ROARING LION AND THE CORONATION}
WHAT THE LIONS ROAR TRANSLATED SOUNDS LIKE...
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And a lion stood from the dust of the land to which he had been transported in the belly of the beast.
The lion was not the original lion but he carried the original lions genes and his instinctual imprints caused him to roar.
It bounced off of black asphalt and was spun into the breeze by black tires and carried to the black neighborhoods where the black man roamed under the blackness of poverty and an unbalanced caste system.
He in his heredity carried the keys given to him at the beginning back when he was an ancestor in Ethiopia, when he was the Egyptian and the Israelite.
Back when a kind of man named Cain came to his city Nod.
When fire and brimstone rained down pon Sodom and Gommorah.
When he was whipped and chained and watched the rape of his Wife, his sister, his daughter.
Lion swinging in a rope from the branch of a pecan tree...
Fruit dangling with fruit.
Such an apt metaphor... seed hanging with seed.
Standing in front of the judge a moment before the cage door slams shut.
And the lion stood from the dust and roared...
He the hunter.
He the hunted.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY