THE LIONS DEN

(THE DANCE OF THE BLACK WARRIOR)
THE SOUND OF THE WARRIORS RETURN...
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In the firelight the warrior transcends as his shadow seems to extend into the darkness at the fringes of the circle where he dances.
The women in this state wail as the drums beat.
As the warriors spirit seems to become the spirit of the tribe.
The taut skin of the drum speaks to the Melanin in the warriors skin and he stomps the rage of his soul into the dirt and the dust rising mingled with the perspiration on his skin.
He lost to the percussion submits to the beat and feels the blood of his father and his fathers father coursing through his veins.
He feels it as it is pumped through the left and right ventricles of his throbbing heart...
The thump thumping bass threatens to tear him apart and he dances to expel this this people freeing earth shattering energy.
The power of ten billion suns and the radiating effect as it takes hue-man form.
He who was thought dead has arisen.
He thousands of years separated from the prototypical who walked in a garden with Allah.
Spoke with him.
Built a fire and danced under an ancient constellation.
His shadow falling away into the darkness speaking of origin as the women wail and the drumbeats...
They telling the tale of we.
They speaking the tale of he.
The message careening pineal it pounding to be beheld.
It begging to be heard above the cacophony of ignorance as it blasts modern... Electronically.
The warrior evolved now dances pon the screen.
He bathed in the glowing light transcends.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY