1863

The truth will set you free.
Thus She founded a pact with me.
I would preach her name,
and she would unchain my destiny.

Hear ye, clearly,
all men are created equal
but born differently,
take, name, weight, race,
produce Timothy McVeigh's-
conceiving evil, deceived;
for you cannot liberate
the kingdom for God
in wakes,
they have slumbered.

Ignorant of solar systems,
wherein suns, moons, and stars
have coexisted since the start
that never started.

Where sons are not bastardized
where crescents are not sickles
where stars never had to be holocaust victims

They disgrace the revelation to man,
whose decrees, regardless of prophet,
have been of kindness, mercy,
and love.

I swear on the Quran, Torah, and Bible-
I aint lyin and this aint libel, or liable.
But
It is the right,
of every hue-man being
to be free.
To be remembered
without televisions.
To be given opportunity.
Immunity from hunger.
Water to drink their thirst up.
Malignancy remissions.

This cancer
is growing on the hearts of our children,
whom we keep filling with divisions,
expecting them to equate hollow masks
as true faces.

How I love thee, wretched earth,
bittersweet affliction, blessed curse.

Your slavery is a mental sickness,
an infection borne upon severance from the heart.
Something's missing
On second thought.

Give us,
us,
free.