(ASHES AND MELANIN)
THE SOUND PROPHETS DROP...
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They lie as ashes, these remnants of great nations that existed in ancient times.
They scattered and cast as flotsam on the savage winds of the wolf's howl.
They once lions cowering, they once a force to be reckoned with kneeling on psychological knees.
Rain would fertilize them if only it could reach the parched lands of their cerebral cortex.
Clouds of deception and they die of thirst in fresh water seas.
Oceans of ink and they take no heed.
Sold out and strung out on the promise of all the pig you can eat.
The promise of being equal in the system savagery as preached on the slaveship, preached on the plantations and pImped salvation on streetcorners and prison.
White Jesus bloody on a billboard... Gone save yo black ass soul.
King James and Paul as saviours of we.
Stolen god conceptualization fed to the masses of ashes... Dried out and insubstantial.
Carbon and water cybernetic components of false rhetoric, spitting soul crushing lyrics.
Pyramids testifying to once greatness they would denounce their origins.
The triple stages of the current state of their darkness.
The light Freedom shining at the end of the tunnel.
The whirlwind cometh.
Ashes spin in the bitter winds...
Wishing it would rain.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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