lambs before slaughter
nor gentle into that
good night
i won't whisper my
disdain for complicated
things devaluing the
simple life
i wont tax myself with fear
blacklisted by gossips ear
sissifying my fight for equal
human rights
for he who seeks to shame
knows not honors gain
pursuant of justice and
God’s delight
while brothers bought and sold
weep with broken souls like
wingless eagles
attempting flight
baring my soul in warrior mode
intellect and bullets unite on
congress’ bloody carpeted floor the final
end of historical strife.
by the dawn’s early light.
