Racial Terrorism

In this turmoil racial terrorism considered the
third world, refugees has concluded death
to over 10,000 people, the truth shall be un
covered, 200 buses sitting in a lot, where
people are convicted to death, in a hell of fury
local government shoot to kill, black men
who are under surveillance death to their young,
one might ask why has this happen?
The lord said suffer to those who come
under me. In this mast black holocaust
the slaughter under the banner of justice,
shoot to kill if you try to save your peoples
life, assassins corruption, what a bitter taste
of life. Lacks of purpose and behavior recklessly
and promiscuously. Help nowhere in sight.
Freedom I fight for my country I pledged to protect.
I live like an animal in a cage.
Living in the belly of the beast,
lived better in the swamp,
Had food on my back when my
stomach cried to be freed.
Living in my country that fights
for me, who cries for me?


The lynching of a people; the attempt
to sensor size the
treasures of the beginning and the end;
A prisoner of mind, in the
country I fought for all men.
Bombs are blasting,
fire works flashing; down said the man,
As the bullets fled my way.
Cold nest of the night, layered
With clothing that man through
in the boroughs as garbage
In the night, I flee for warmth
in the deep of the night, flash backs
Of a swamp, running from the
bullets from the Vietnam side.
Vietnams cries I have met
you on the other side, Bullets blasting I
Stand correct. I salute darkness,
a bullet place in my head, living
In a card board box, I got my gun,
put it to my head, was ready
To meet God on the other side.
Fears of Suicidal imbursements, laced with poverty.
I stood at attention, when the
man in blues coats removed me
From the card board box I lived
through the night. Placing me
In a prison only a dog would
live through the call of night.

Oh say can you see, by the dawns early light.
I without mind, I without a home, I died in Viet Nam.
Scars on my back, Scars in my hands, Scars that haunt me
Through the night, Freedom I killed my soul,
In the name of justice and liberty.
Let everyman stand, every man pledge, and Let
Everyman lives for the freedom
of the land. I sit in the belly
Of the beast, my scars are deep,
my spirit is dead, I no
Longer sing, the national anthem
of the land. I gave my life,
You gave me death, and I no longer
see the stripes of your song.
Give me liberty are give me death.

The coldness of the night, the
troops that walks upon the night.
The spider borrows from the fly,
sitting at its prey, the giving
Heart gives within, and human
kindness turns no man away.
The smell of gasoline that sets
before the cardboard box that I live,
The boy the man a human fire that set for me.
I the land that I fought to be free,
living in a trail of death, as the
Fires burn my flesh, I jumped up
and saluted the man the
Boy who stood before my death.


My last mission upon the universe;
Burning buildings, Screams of pain.
Within these walls I declare.
Your walls have fallen.
You are hidden in an 8/11 box.
Money has no prosperities that you own.
The gifts of a palace you no longer live.
The great wealth have taken.
the treasures which you posses.
Who is your God?

That you worship
for all man to see, Slaughters that lye
Upon the united of the free, death traps that man
sets before his own back yard.
Toxins that is bought and traded to kill;
The people of the land of the free;
What have we learned about greed?
The holocausts that man continue to breathe;
Humans scream out to be freed, helpless
in wheel chairs, blind and bewildered, lame
and mentally challenge,
Elders who fight just to live;
Children that live the battlegrounds off the free;
Our back yard is dirty and our people are dying.
Who will save America the land of the free.



I walk the cold streets, hands in my pockets,
hunger that eats at my bones, no warmth
to ease the cold nest of the night, people
walking back an forth, tears upon my cheeks,
death that feels the air, a world that lives
within its own space . Card board boxes
that I seek, Back doors that empty food
within the street, I haunt like a dog who
seeks for food, a man who walks upon the
land, trained to killed like a dog. Freedom
I fight for my country I live like
an animal in a cage. The spider borrows
from the fly, sitting at its prey, the giving
heart gives within, and human kindness
turns no man away. The smell of gasoline
that sets before the cardboard box that
I live, the boy the man a human fire that set for me.

I the land that I fought to be free, living in a
trail of death, as the fires burn my flesh,
I jumped up and saluted the man the boy
who stood before my death
The War living in the belly of the beast,
lived better in the swamp, had food on
my back when my stomach cried to be freed.
Living in my country tis are thee are thee,
who cries for me, a prisoner of mind,
in the country I fought for all men.

Bombs are blasting , fire works flashing,
as the bullets fled my way. Cold nest of
the night, layered with clothing that man
through in the boroughs as garbage in
the night, I flee for warmth in the deep
of the night, flash backs of a swamp,
running from the mobsters who live me t
o dye, in the sea’s of rapture, kill the
black faces one at a time, Humanities
cries I have met you on the other side,
Bullets blasting I stand correct. I salute
darkness, a bullet place in my head,
living in a card board box, I got my gun,
put it to my head, was ready to meet
God on the other side.
Fears of Suicidal imbursements,
laced with poverty.

I stood at attention, when the man in
blues coats removed me from the
card board box I lived through the night.
Placing me in a prison only a dog
would live through the call of night.
Oh say can you see, by the dawns
early light. I without mind, I without
a home, I died in Viet Nam.
Scars on my back, Scars in my hands,
Scars that haunt me through the night,
Freedom I killed my soul, In the name
of justice and liberty.
Let everyman stand, every man pledge,
Let everyman live for the freedom of
the land. I sit in the belly of the beast,
my scars are deep, my spirit is dead,
I no longer sing, the national anthem of
the land. I gave my life, you gave me
death, I no longer see the stripes of
your song. Give me liberty are give me death.
The coldness of the night, the troops that
walks upon the night;

Nevertheless the sensitivity of truth
may contaminate the order that has
been resolve to an un civilized institution
of dead man bureaucracies, I have travel
places where no man has gone, subsided
by the human death chambers of mind,
but yet I conceive my proclamation of
educational success through the
congestion that the roots shall rise
below the porous of the dead roots. I
n this hierologic prescriptions of those
who continue to archive the historical
events, consistently to an assertion of
the rights of man, and the rights of Nature;

Like a reckless engine that cries out loud,
leaking from the damage consumptions
that want regenerate the oppositions
cannot be found.
Biological predispositions that make
them vulnerable to mental disorder.
Criminal mentality that toxins
the blood stream
relinquishing the power to think
depression with a hopeless theory
that things will never change;
Reverting to a master who controls
the robotic blood stream.
Which life has no hope? Internal
attributions its my
fault reversing the horrors,
Blaming it on the sanctuary
that brought it across. Self-hate reverse the
blame game it was the opposite
Of self that one hate. I shall run through the
Trill of fields, where my ancestors
built the liberation,
I shall run with the torch, sub servant to the lord,
Crying no victim song, no longer shall I stand still,
Summoned from the hill of justice
the resurrection of change, until I
Spread the words of the Almighty God.

Anti social behavior has claim
a culture the brain dead.
Characterize by a persistent
pattern of impulsive,
selfish, un scrupulous,
and even criminal acts.


Depress people who
believe that negative stressors
are their own fault, will never go away,
and affect all aspects of their lives.


Attitudes acquired by the social needs of racial hatred.
Death to freedom are any hopes to
empowerment of self wealth.
Associate liberal attitudes in fringing of self.
The robotic slave never died, cloak to a new world order.
Transformed through the click of a switch.


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