LET ME SPEAK

Let me speak!
In the name of He
In who's refuge
the rejected one
is made weak
and whose Essence
the meditating one seeks.

Let me speak!
From a heart that sees
what is hidden beneath
deceptive seas,
In the melody of a churning mind
Whose sculpture
falsehood cannot hide behind.

Let me speak!
with a tongue who's thoughts are not captive
to an ignorance that is brute,
And flood your ears
with an ocean of expression.
Expressions as painful as a
revolutionary's tears
expressions as sacred as life laboring screams.

Let me speak!
And carve a conscious door in our mind
that will liberate you from the overflowing hate
before you drown at your ending,
in a thunderous voice that cuts
deep wounds in the flesh of ambiguity.

Let me speak!
About the zealous Zionist
who gave the keys to the suicide
pianist, that nurtured a hate artist.

Let me speak!
With words that give your soul shade
from the heat of confusion that radiates,
That liars made and said it's dark light illuminates.

Let me speak!
Of things that defy democracies
of demonic tendencies
that aim to please
kleptocracies
that feed Africa freedom fantasies.

Let me speak!
and tell you what didn't leave 
that politician's beak
whose career is at it's peak
who's promises seek o heal
masses from which his policies steal.

Let me speak!
And tell you how evilnomics
brought about the term O.I.L
and why evilnomics 
has killed the food in your soil.

Let me speak!
And inform you of the white house jihad
right after I tell you:
how many Savimbi diamonds they have,
how they made Africa sad,
why they say Commander Castro is mad
and why they say Korea is bad while they've gone beyond mad.
Let me inform you why they prey on Palestine
as we pray for them.
Brother,Sister!
This white house jihad is well planned.
Planned to make you disband,
to get things out of hand
Planned to declare them
the only "helping hand"
That's how a plutocrat
kept the upper hand.
But they'll need more than a hand
to cup Time's Sand!

let me speak
Words that incite you to seek
messages that inspire your soul to reach:
What many worlds refuse to teach
The Truth
that they forgot to preach.

Let me speak
And narrate
why millions never ate
while you rate
that movie:
Great out of 8
As the silver screen erased  your mind sight
And encrypted in it
What the screen writer deemed right.

Let me speak!
And tell you
How Hollywood beautified sin and mad it good:
They put your sister in the naked scene
And told you that if you're eighteen
then to see her shame is not obscene.

Let me speak!
and take you on a journey of worship today
Where fallen stars make great gossip.
A temple where the brightest stars are made deities that brace red carpets
and fill stadiums with servants that chant and scream:
Oh my god!

Let me speak!
Let my words be the flowing ink
that is sacrificed on the pages
that return you to the adage of the sages
Whose poetic wisdom has humbled a plethora of ages.
Let my words be the pen that scribes the dangers of the lust den.
Let my words be the poem that reminds our minds
of the lessons that time has woven.

Let me speak!
to remind you of what it feels like
not to  play their fool
when their words begin to pelt
those that don't play cool.

Let me speak!
Words that catapult your soul
to the threshold of knowledge
where lessons never cease to pour
like waters over a lofty edge.

Let me speak!
Though my expressions are shackled
in the chains of a language
that aims to gauge passion
but enslaves it's emotion.

Let me speak
in the rhythm of my pen flow
that drums on your conscious
a melody that makes your spirit glow.

Let me speak
with the wisdom
of those who came before us
who's good is the best compass
Who's warnings must come to pass.

I end in the name of He
who none can surpass
The First the Forever Last!