MILEY CYRUS..To be Continue.

We live in upside down expectations
Golden girl on the YouTube
Whitey with a southern gag
Brought up in the lights
With expectations of not turning dark.
Program to parade the alley in prom dress
And Fixed on the country press.
But things are not the way we always plan
Lost in the urban Struggle
Jacked up in Short pants and leggings
Rolling greens with the brothers
Drinking Ciroc and Lemonade
All Whiles twerking on the MTV.



The fight is in our hands
Free talk in Freetown
Three decades of Fuckery
And they still talking shit.

Fat rat in a cat chase
Red or Green. Red and Green
Dinning on the state coffers
Whiles the people suffer .

The new word in town is Prosperity
Poverty and political insanity
People held and Things broken up
When the only thing that prospers is corruption.

As we Caught up in the anal of their thoughts
Our voices are below their thoughts
And When the dawn is over.May Lights reappears
O God,delivered us from their dubious ways.



Ps: One of those instances in my writing when I start with a pattern of writing and diverge midway in the process into something I don’t even know.
Stand Your Ground

The fight to stand on our grounds
Gun violences and homicides.
Zimmerman. The old dirty cat.
Martin,our new lab rats
Racing and yapping for our pride
When he is gone home.

They say it stand your ground
Degradation and Unemployment
Media deafness and abandonment.
Sharpton the toothless patriot
Green candy in a bag of skittles
All while we lose our common ground.

What did Gill said in Evolution.
Things were charging
But things are not together.
All we need to do is to pick up the fight
And stand above the ground.



To Whom It May Concern

The noblemen of our yesterday
Olive branches where I fall
Shelter to my stormy days
A word for everyman he sees

When things are tough
And the road is rough
Lights and darkness are clashing
His grace concealed me.

Thou  hearts are now  enraged
Word a  stranger
Conscience on death row
Love dwelt in his deeper adorn.

Now that the leaves are falling
Midnight bells are ringing
Silent whispers of his ages past
Help me to see his grace



Show me the curse
That a man dwell in academia
Strength in his nature    
Yet prevented in his path.

What is the curse
That make desires only resides in dreams
Thoughts flows like a hurricane
Good motives without doubts.
Yet action is forbidden.

Where is the curse
That dictate the future of noblemen
Pride in their noble deeds.
Strong in their convictions.
But without authority.

Tears and Sufferings

Long for the end of the curse

Show me the curse.


Land of the free
How great was thou
Peace halt. Peace Halt
Red states. Blue States
Enemy lines drawn.
Peace hold. Peace Hold.
Begot from the same womb
Founders unrest in silent tomb.
Peace Halt. Peace Halt.
Twisted ideologies
Conservatives or Liberals.
Peace Hold. Peace Hold.
Land of the peaceful
How great was thou.